Despite all the nasty things you heard about him, he was an alright kid. Your son got on well with him, and you had been his math teacher when he was about 14 or 15, although he could act out at times, when he would hang out with your son, he wasn't all that bad towards you.

Many people said he was a delinquent, or a bad influence, and while you could see where they were coming from, the most of those traits actually ringing true was his bad mouth.

Him and your son and a few of their other friends had a band--which in retrospect you disapproved of, but not to the extent of the other parents you knew--and John would come over a lot to practice with your son, practically every other day, they were basically inseperable.

Now your boy and John were basically adults, John being 19 and your son being 18, still making music and playing shows, to try and get popular, they both wanted to be rock n' roll singers, and as much as you wanted to disapprove, tell him to get a job, you felt damn proud.

Now one night you insisted you were gonna watch them play at The Cavern, a club they frequented to play shows, and now they'd gotten fairly popular, but not to the point of being considered 'rockstars'.

Of course, they were great, your eyes fixated on your son, watching him sing and play, your heart feeling warm, swelling with pride at how far he's come.

They played a 30 minute set, and as they walked off-stage, you ventured out from the crowd to try and find your boy, but was met with John instead, looking over at you, his face lighting up in a grin at the sight of you. He had a cigarette always dangling out of his mouth--geez, that kid was always smoking--and he was putting down his guitar.