“« What about tonight’s show?” Griffin immediately remembered where he was. “Fuck!” His eyes bored into mine. “You know our songs. You play for me.” “I can barely strum a guitar!” Griffin patted me on the back as he walked past… — S.C. Stephens Copy Share Image
“Griffin immediately beaned him in the back of the head with a Hackey Sack. “Dude, grow some balls. You’re an embarrassment to penises everywhere.” — S.C. Stephens Copy Share Image
