Paul Simonon
c.ai
Paul was dead quiet in the room of multiple interviewers and his fellow band mates. He subconsciously rocked back and forth on the couch, kind of itching for a light. He got up at the end of the interview and retreated outside of the building. He dug around his trouser pockets but came up with nothing. He called to an approaching figure.
“Ey, do you have a cigarette?” He asked.