Jace’s Place Chapter 5 Part 1


I ran upstairs and told Jace that Stu and Mike Jr. had to be in the band or they couldn’t get in.
“What are they going to do?”
“Dancers. They’ll be right in front. When we play they’ll start dancing, just by themselves. Everyone else will jump up, especially the girls. And we won’t have that gap when no one is dancing ‘cause they’re all shy.”
“No problem with Stu and Mike.”
“Yeah. They’re going to practice all week to be ready.”
“Cool. Except now we have 10 people in the band, plus Iggy.”
“And those 3 black girls from the other night.”
“Is 14 enough for your ego?”
“You’re the one with the ego, seven minute guitar solo on ‘Freebird?’ Remember?”
It confused him, thinking he might be as egotistical as me. He had lived without an ego for so long.
“Well, that’s not my song. That’s just how it’s played.”
“Like you didn’t get off on just you for seven minutes in front of a hundred screaming college kids.”
“Yeah. Let’s open with that on Friday.”
His devilish grin showed me he was hip to my game. We both laughed.Zorik

It was time to get ready for Christmas dinner. We dressed up like last time  in dark suits with white shirts and ties.
Jace said he wouldn’t wear shoes. ”So no Mr. Polite this time? We gotta smell your dirty feet in the French restaurant?”
“We promised Robby we’d never wear shoes, all Fall.”
I thought about it. “Okay, but we’ll put shoes and socks in the car in case we get busted.”
We walked into the living room, looking half dapper and half homeless. Susan instantly sized up the fashion faux pas.
“Boys, where are your shoes?”
We had them behind our backs, so we showed her we had them.
“We buffed them up and didn’t want to get them scuffed, ma’am,” Jace fabricated our excuse.
“I’ll never really understand boys,” she noted.

As we drove to the restaurant we saw Robby and Mary walking together. They saw us all dressed up with my parents and waved at us. As we drove past, we held up our shoeless feet, which made them laugh. Susan just shook her head.

At the restaurant, Jace was more relaxed and less wooden in his conversation. My folks were impressed that we were playing at Viscaya.
“We’ve already played two shows and have three to go during the holidays.” I added. “We’ll probably take the time after the holidays to work on our own songs.”
“Now all our best songs are covers of other bands’ hits. It’s easy to get the crowd to like us when we are playing their favorites songs.”
“That seems wise,” my dad the music expert agreed.
“We want to write our own songs so people will really know what we’re like.”
“Yeah,” Jace added, “our band is named ‘False Gods,’ because people shouldn’t worship celebrities and music stars.”
“You boys are certainly interesting,” Susan concluded. “Do you know what you want to eat.”
Jace piped up, “Tim taught me about crème Brule, so I want to try that again.”
We all smiled at him, making him aware he said something funny. I was highly amused. I ordered a steak. He pretty much had exactly what I had. He was proud when he ate all of his crème Brule.

As we waited for the check, I steeled myself to ask to keep Jace (in my room).
“Dad, I told you about the fight I had with Jace’s step-brother,” I started off in a positive manner.
“Yes, you did, and although I don’t want you fighting, I’m glad that you stand up for your friend.”
“I asked that Jace have dinner with us because his brother is still there and won’t be gone until New Year’s. He’s at Rollins College. Can Jace stay with me until his brother leaves, just to be safe?”
He looked at Susan who nodded her okay.
“I think I should speak with Jace’s parents.”
“They do not believe anything Jace tells them. His younger step-brother is afraid of the bully, too.”
“Maybe we should call Child Services?”
“My fight with Jeff was a mistake. I realize it now. We just need to keep away from him for a few days. We are so busy, we’ll be together almost all the time anyway.”
“I seem to be out-voted here, so okay. But no monkeying around.”
We both shook our hands and sat up in our chairs, “Monkey see, monkey do,” we both sang.
Even Dad laughed. Jace had taken his shoes off and he rubbed up the inside of my leg. I got an instant hard-on, making Jace laugh again.
Dad said, “What’s so funny.” We both laughed and Susan joined in.

We saved a little steak for Max who was happy to see us. I could tell he’d rather we brought pot. We had catching up and celebrating to do in the sex department. Max patiently waited as we worked out our hormones. After Jace had cum a huge load, I kidded him, “Looks just like the crème Brule.”
“Yeah,” he said, “it goes right through me.”
Sometime in the middle of our lovemaking, he said, “Your parents are so cool.” I couldn’t believe it. No one had ever said that before. After one extended butt fucking of me, he promised he’d let me fuck him more, but in the future, not just right then. He rolled me over and licked off the cum I’d let loose while he was spurting deep up my butt. Licking me hard, he was ready to go again. He pulled my butt onto his kneeling thighs, sticking my legs over his shoulders. Tim 302He cruised his cock right up my well-lubricated hole. He could just lick the tip of my cock while he pulled back out of me. Soon he looked like an oil derrick going up and down on me while his dick went in and out in opposing rhythm. Tim 302  Each time he went down on me or thrust into me, I felt my whole body arch. My first wad flew as he drilled my ass, then I caught my breath as his licked my throbbing dick. At each drilling, the cum came in strings that hit his chest and face. His downward bob primed my pump to explode as he drilled deeper. When we were both finished, he dragged me into the shower and washed off all the wet and dried cum. I soaped up his butt cheeks and crack. Then I used my tongue deep inside of him to loosen his anal muscles. He grabbed the two faucets,  leaned down and pushed his buttocks out for my pleasure. He moaned louder and louder as I stroked deeper and deeper. He came before I was ready, so I pulled out and inserted my rotating tongue into those clenching anal muscles. Pre-com or post-cum dripped from his dick every time he clenched. I inserted my dick. It felt like a cow being milked until I finally came. We collapsed on the floor, hot water cascading over ustim-768. Dried off and in bed, we couldn’t stop twitching from the rubbing and hugging. The random twitch took him to the edge of cumming (again). I deep-throated him, gagging as his dick swelled and let loose for about thirty seconds. He had a firm grip on me and milked it. I was thrashing at the point of no return. Before I could cum, he took my tip with his lips. I sprayed the back of his mouth. Tim 07 Finally we lay there in soiled sheets; our bellies empty of crème Brule.

Normally we would sleep in after a night of repeated fucking, but Max had been patient enough and insisted we take him to Robby’s for second-hand smoke. My body was still quivering from the twitch fuck that ended our session that night. The morning high was what I needed. Mary had stayed over, so it was the four of us lovebirds, lazing in Robby’s room. It was neat that we all were so comfortable around each other, just two normal couples. Jace, who had been so shy around everyone but me, had fully relaxed so he could lay in my arms while we chatted.  Even when Dave and Jazz showed up, he didn’t move away from me. Everyone was cool. Which got me thinking.
“We aren’t being fair to Hippie,” I declared.
“You mean Hippie Greg?”
“Yeah, but I’m just calling him Hippie now.”
“Okay, but what’s so unfair about his name. He is a hippie.”
“Who’s the only one in the band who never gets laid?”
“Well, that’s his own fault. There’s always groupies around at shows and none of us cheat. Hell, Tim and Jace have girlfriends and each other.”
“Our next show is tomorrow night. We’ll tell all the groupies that none of us will fool around with them until Hippie gets laid.”
“Yeah,” said Jace. “Those groupies act like pervs, trying to get me alone by promising coke.”
Robby looked at Dave and Jazz. “You two are roadies. It’s your job to divert all groupies to Hippie.”
“What about us?” they asked.
“Roadies never get laid. The groupies consider roadies beneath them.”
“I’ll take being beneath any of them,” Dave bragged.
“Just do your job. Maybe someone will pity-fuck you.”
“We’ll take it.”
“You can have my gay groupies,” I told Dave, “Then you’ll have something real to confess to Father Joseph.”
He got all red in the face.

Jace wanted to go to the garage to get Max’s bowl and dog food, so I went with him. I knew Jeff wouldn’t mess with him with both Max and me there. Before we left the garage, Jeff stuck his face out the house door and asked what we were doing.
I was proud when Jace stood up to him, “None of your business, asshole.”
Jeff automatically started for him but Max growled, and Jeff saw that none of us was backing down. He retreated back into the house. Jace smiled at me and gave Max a rub behind his ears. It takes guts for a 15-year-old to stand up to someone 19. When we got back to our room, Max saw that with his bowl and food there. He was no longer a guest. I went downstairs and called Michael, telling him our mission for Friday’s party was to get Hippie laid. He laughed and said we should all come over to practice because it would take an incredible show to make that happen. Then, Jace, Max and I went to Robby’s where everyone was lying around stoned.
“Get up, you space cases, we’ve got a mission to be ready for.”
There were ten of us that walked to Hippie’s house and banged on his window to wake him up. We figured all that vegetarian sprouts and shit made him sleep all day. From there we all walked to Michael’s. The next day’s party was a repeat performance at Pete’s house. I announced that the theme for our show was sex, so all our songs would be about getting laid. Robby said we should do Doors songs. Jace announced that he’d do the Manzarek electric organ parts on his guitar, so I’d have to be lead guitarist.
“Hippie will have to play all the songs now,” Jace announced.
“Just watch me and I’ll show you the chords if you get lost,” I told him.
Michael pulled out his Doors albums and after listening to several songs, we decided to open with ‘Alabama Girl/Whiskey Bar.’ I really hammed it up, prancing around the music room.


• Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
• Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
• For if we don’t find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
• Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
• Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
• Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
• Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don’t ask why Oh, don’t ask why
• For if we don’t find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
• Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why”
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Then we practiced ‘Hello, I love you.

“Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
She’s walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you’ll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?
Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
She holds her head so high, like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
When she moves my brain screams out this song
Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet
Do you hope to make her see, you fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
I want you, hello, I need my baby
Hello, hello, hello, hello”
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

I suggested that Hippie sing it. Jace winked at me and said, “Yeah.”
Hippie wasn‘t so sure. “I can’t sing and play at the same time.”
“Well, just sing. Do you know the words?”
“Hell, it’s just a party. Let’s try it.”
I put the song on the stereo. Hippie was really concentrating on the words. After twice on the stereo, we played it with Hippie stumbling through, getting stuck and stopping.
“Hippie, if you forget a line just stutter something but don’t stop. I’ll sing backup so there won’t be any dead air. Stand here at the mic, so everyone knows you’re singing.”
It took him a while to get used to the mic and to feel confident with the words. I was singing right behind him, so it helped him learn all the lyrics. We never got stuck or had to stop. He didn’t look that happy that we wanted him to sing, but he took it seriously. We were confident that he’d survive.
We already had been playing ‘Love Her Madly.’ ‘Light My Fire’ was to be the last Doors song and we saved ‘LA Woman’ for an encore, if needed. After a couple of hours, Robby brought out a joint and we took a break. I noticed that Hippie refrained from smoking, so I asked him, “What’s up?”
“I just think I need to be straight so I don’t screw up. I thought playing bass was hard.”
“Wrong approach, dude. You get high. It won’t matter if you screw up.”
Robby came over. We made him spark one up. Robby gave him a shotgun and he could barely stand. Tim 262
“Okay, we’re going to do Hippie’s song again, with a little Colombian Gold soul.” Hippie hit all his lines and finally looked like he was enjoying himself. That’s what we wanted.

We did our normal Sorrento’s pizza, beer & pot chill after setting up, getting to Pete’s house at nine. Philip was there with Felix, his previous friend, and three other gay guys. They were my groupie coterie, standing in front.
“Welcome back to Pete’s Place,” I announced to the crowd which was at least twice what it had been at Thanksgiving.
“Hope you all scored goods from Santa. Tonight’s a night for lovers, so all you metal heads better find girl friends or else we send my gay posse after you. Tonight’s about makin’ it and getting’ it on.”
A big cheer went up. Philip’s group started scoping out the macho metal heads.
“You know where Pete set up the bar, so to get everyone in the mood, here’s the Doors’ ‘The Next Whiskey Bar.’”

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We started the syncopated rhythm, the Jacettes came in at the Chorus, “Oh, don’t ask why, oh, don’t ask why.”
At the second verse, I found the youngest girl who was near the front and sang,
‘Well, show me the way
To the next little girl’
I sang the rest of the song to her. I noticed several other girls edging up to us. Jace played the organ parts with a witchy guitar sound that mocked Manzarek’s actual organ riffs.
Time for Hippie’s debut. I motioned him over and set the mic so we both could sing. Jace started in with his organ/guitar intro and Hippie stared right at the nearest girl and belted out, “Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?”

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He had no trouble with words or mic, so I stepped back and just played the guitar part like Robbie Krieger. Hippie totally channeled Jim Morrison. All the girls in front of him were jumping up and down, thinking a rock star was singing to them. We finished with ‘Light My Fire,’

but the crowd felt cheated at our short set and kept shouting “More, more.” We did ‘LA Woman’

but they still weren’t happy.
“Okay, that’s enough of the Doors.” I looked down at my gay posse who were looking despondent that I hadn’t played any glitter. “This is for my friends Philip and Felix.” I sang the Stones’ ‘Let’s Spend the Night Together” to them as they hugged each other.

“I’ll satisfy your every need (every need)
And I now know you will satisfy me
Oh my, my, my, my, my
Lets spend the night together…”

Let’s Spend The Night Together lyrics © ABKCO Music Inc.

That changed the mood quickly as all the gay boys made a scene. Tim 261
“Okay, no more encores. We’ll be back. We’re just teasing ya.”
We all stayed with our equipment and watched to see what Hippie did. There were at least five groupies surrounding him as he put his bass away. Jace had his flock of groupies but I heard him tell them he wasn’t interested. “Y’all come back when the bass player has gotten laid. Until then, I’m off limits.”
Philip and Felix and their group surrounded me. We chatted about the store and other non-sequiturs. Jace’s groupies all headed for Hippie, pulling him away from his own coterie and dragging him off to a more private room. Jace and I high-fived. ‘Mission accomplished’, or about to be. We wandered over to where the three Jacettes were sitting.
“Why do you all look like the cat who swallowed the canary?” Mary challenged us.
“Guess who just got taken away by three groupies,” Robby said.
Mary looked around. “Where’s Hippie Greg?”
“Seventh Heaven, or wherever good hippies go.” I said.
The girls all giggled. “Who’d want to do it with Mr. Green Jeans?” Flo asked.
“The power of rock n roll.”
“Is that why he was singing tonight?” Mary asked.
“We thought he felt left out. We now just call him Hippie.”
“Some day all your little pranks are going to bite you on the ass, Tim.” Flo scolded me.
“Then come here and make me feel like it was worth it.” She came over and put her arms around me. Edi did likewise to Jace. Mary shook her head, but grabbed Robby as well.

Someone took a picture of all of us. A college age guy introduced himself as a reporter from the Miami Reader, the weekly free newspaper.
“You guys are False Gods, right. I keep hearing about this new band that puts on quite a show.”
“Really,” Jace perked up, ready to promote us.
“What have you heard?” I ask.
“So many rumors. You played all week on the street in front of a gay store in the Grove, you’re still in high school but just smoke out instead of going to class, you’re all gay, you’re all jocks at Gables High, you take requests and can play any song by ear, you’re metal heads, you’re devil worshipers, Iggy Pop sang at one of your shows, you’re into glitter, you did a sex show at a gay bar.”
“All true, especially the gay part,” as I gave Flo a tongued kiss. “Do you want the truth or should we go by the rumors? They’re pretty good publicity.”
“I can write about the rumors, and then tell people about what’s true.”
“Well, we’re all friends who live in the Gables and have been singing and playing all these songs since before we can remember. We have two drummers ‘cause it’s a cool sound. We wanted both drummers in our band. Jace here is the best musician; he’s the one who plays by ear and can do anything on his guitar. We didn’t really know it until Halloween..”
“Samhain,” shouted Robby.
“Yeah,” I affirmed, “talk with Robby, he’s the one into the occult, but it’s not devil worship.”
“Okay, but what happened on Halloween?”
“Well, Jace’s evil step-mother wanted to put him into The Program in Fort Lauderdale. You know what that’s like?”
“Yeah, we’ve done stories about how normal kids get really messed up there.”
“So, I had him hide out at my house until he got up the courage to convince her he didn’t need drug rehab. He brought his guitar over and we started doing covers together, ‘cause I’ve always sung at parties and know all the songs too. After the Samhain ceremony I told Robby I’d had a vision. We were to have a band that taught everyone that musicians and celebrities are all false gods, like John Lennon saying he was more famous than Jesus. We wrote our first song then, which we’ll play tonight. Tell us what you think. It’s easy to get kids excited when we play covers of their favorite bands. We are writing our own songs for the future. We only have four originals now. After these parties are over, we can concentrate on doing our own songs. We are only doing these parties because it’s fun and people like us. Maybe we’ll be something special later. Right now we’re just playing covers and having great parties. What did you think about our Doors tribute?”
“You definitely have your own style. How did you make it sound like Ray Manzarek was playing keyboards?”
“I told you Jace is a prodigy; he just makes his guitar do what’s in his head.”
“Where’s that bass player who did ‘Tell me your name?”
“We hope he’s taking advantage of his sudden fame.”
As if by cue, Hippie walked up with his hair all tied into little braids And his clothes half-on. “What’s up?” he asked.
“This reporter wants to know if you got laid?”
“How’d he know that?”
“Everyone knows you’re a rock star now.”
“Well, I didn’t know..”
“Well, did you get laid or not?”
“Those girls took off my pants and were examining me or something. It just went off.”
Too much information. All The Jacettes made ugly expressions. Robby pulled out a joint and told him, “Congratulations. You’re on your way.”
The reporter smoked out with us. He asked if he could do more interviews. We told him to hang out anytime, giving him the address for the next night’s party.
“Hardest working band in rock n roll,” Jace declared.
It was time for our second set. Hippie was back to his confused state, so we started with Zeppelin’s ‘Dazed and Confused.’



“Metal time, people,” I shouted.
We did ‘Paranoid,’ ‘Smoke on the Water,’ ‘My Generation’ by the Who and Kiss’s “Party.’’

All the metal heads were swinging their long hair while their girlfriends pressed up to the front. Jace was running around, sliding on his knees while his guitar cranked out the ear busting sounds. I had to scream out the lyrics at a higher octave to be heard over the guitar. My voice finally broke, so I called Mary over and we did our ‘Freebird’ duet.

We walked off as Jace was doing the long ending solo. Someone gave me a beer. After Jace was finished, people were screaming for more. We came back and did the Velvet Underground’s ‘Walk on the Wild Side’ for Felix and Phillip’s crew

and then ‘Rock n Roll’ to say what we stood for:



“One fine mornin’, she puts on a new york station
And she couldn’t believe what she heard at all
She started dancin’ to that fine-fine-fine-fine music
Ooohhh, her life was saved by rock ‘n’ roll…
…Hey baby, rock ‘n’ roll
You could dance to the rock ‘n’ roll station
• It’s all right, all right
All right, all right
All right, it’s all right
All right, all right
Baby, baby
Baby, baby, ooohhh”

Songwriters: Reed, Lou
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SPIRIT MUSIC GROUP

I was done. I could barely speak above a whisper, let alone sing. Then in the back, there started a chant, “Iggy, Iggy, Iggy.”
We hadn’t seen him all night, but he came running through the crowd , shirtless, tight jeans, dog collar, black eyeliner and cranking his fist in the air. I  started ‘Search and Destroy,’ with Jace coming in with the fuzzed leads.

Iggy grabbed the mic, all the metal heads pushed into the groupies up front. The girls sat down at our feet and we ripped through the song, ‘I Wanna Be Your Dog,’

and Max, who’d been quietly stoned in the corner ran up to Iggy and started howling with him. At the end, the crowd picked up Iggy and carried him around the room as we kept playing. Max stayed with Jace and me, wagging his tail and sometimes barking. Robby and Michael did a big drum roll  and “Boom’ to end the gig. The crowd wouldn’t let us stop. I looked at Jace and asked ‘False Gods?’ He nodded vigorously, so I ran over to Robby.Tim 231
“You ready to sing? My voice is shot.”
“All I know is my song.”
“I know. It’s time. Get up there.”
Michael was glad to be by himself.
I croaked into the mic, “ This is our song, ‘False Gods.’”
Robby grabbed the mic, waited until I had my guitar ready and shouted/sung:

“Where others feared to tread,
they gave us up for dead,
memories live on eternally,
heard as Lucifer’s proud plea,
a world of our own,
on high a black throne,
we sang to make them be,
happy for all eternity
…we are False Gods, we are False Gods…

a world so meek and blind,
laughing at all of mankind,
fools don’t ever understand,
we’re not one of Satan’s bands,
a world of endless flaws,
facades and miracles applause,
eulogized but despised,
we shed our false disguise,
fall to your knees,
utter useless pleas,
cause …we are False Gods, we are False Gods…

pray in foreign tongues,
shoot your useless guns,
sacrifice your hallowed sheep,
shun the cold, dark streets,
to us you’re nasty fleas,
we made our minds to be
…False Gods, False Gods…

we will live eternally,
hear your painful screams,
keep our cold certainty,
you knew just what we mean
….We are False Gods, False Gods..”


Jace cranked his leads at the end of each ‘False Gods,.’ People were jumping up and down. This wasn’t metal but the dark lyrics and the up-tempo beat made them move.

We walked off with the crowd shouting “False Gods, False Gods,” much more than the last time. We’ll keep working it. Robby just stared out at the crowd, unmoved by the adulation. He was looking for something. It spooked the crowd. They kept shouting ‘False Gods.’ He started leading them in a cheer. It began building as more people joined in. Robby was on his toes, speeding up the chant, then he disappeared. Everyone was confused, looking for him. A circle spread out in the front. He was lying flat on the floor with his arms spread out. Max started howling. The crowd gave out a moaning ‘Oh.’ People started to freak. A few people leaving turned into a stampede. Robby remained prone until we picked him up and carried him to the back of the room.

“You okay?” I asked him.
He turned his evil grin on me. “I told you that was my song.”
“You made your point. Everyone ran out screaming.”
“Are we gods?”
“False gods.”

Pete came up to pay us. He thanked us for getting everyone to leave. It was exactly midnight. There had been no damage and he’d run a cash bar, which netted over $4000. He didn’t hesitate to give us our 25%.
“Pizza and beer,” I shouted and everyone cheered. Pete thought I meant more money and he gave me another $100.
“Come with us,” I said.
He looked pretty spooked by the ending. He said he had to clean up.

We piled into Hippie’s station wagon and Mr. Antonio’s Caddy, off to Sorrento’s. That Reader reporter came with us. After getting stoned and watching our finale, he was both spooked and intrigued.
“What’s your name, Jimmy Olsen?
“Jimmy will do.”
“If that’s what you want, but we really don’t put curses on anyone. Robby really gets into his occult thing.”
“That’s not for all of you?”
“I’ve done some reading about astrology with my New York girlfriend which I enjoyed, but not like Robby who tries to conjure up spirits and see things.”
“You have two girlfriends?”
“Okay, Cub Reporter Jimmy, here’s your scoop. I have a 14-year-old girlfriend Tina in the Bronx, Flo is my girlfriend in the Jacettes, and Jace is my boyfriend who lives with me.”
“So you are the love guru?”
”No. It’s just how it’s all worked out. Tina really can’t have a boyfriend, but we have a connection for the future. Flo puts up with me, and Jace is a big deal. I like girls and I know I’m attracted to boys. Jace is the first time I really found a guy who loves me as much as I love him.”
“Kinda like the Beatles’ ‘love, love, love.’”
“No. It’s not about soul and more about sex.”
“I need to talk about this with you more.”
“Well, I hope it’s not more interesting than the band when you write it up.”
“I won’t write about it unless you want me to.”
“That’s very cool. I just don’t hide it. Why don’t you talk to Jace. Until now, he’s lived  thinking he’s unimportant. You have to dig to find out what he’s like.”
Jimmy Olsen moved over and started interviewing Jace. I ignored them, figuring our cub reporter would let me know what he finds out.
I went to Mr. Antonio’s table and sat with him awhile. I took out the $1100 we had earned and gave it to him.
“You sure you need a manager? Or, did you tell them I was a mafia hit man.”
“The only hits you know are by Sinatra.”
“It scares me that you’re so sophisticated.”
“Motown School of Hard Knocks.”
“You have a New York smell to your smarts.”
I told him some of my Joey adventures with CBGB’s and Andy Warhol.
“Like your song tonight, “a hustle here, a hustle there, New York City’s the place where…’”
I looked him right in the eye. “I won’t hustle you, Mr. Antonio. At first I wished you were the dad I thought I needed. Because you were so generous yet tough with me, I find my own dad isn’t as bad as I thought. I’ve got him coming around lately.”
“I understand he’s US Air Force retired.”
“I should know by now that you don’t miss much. Yeah, he’s been pretty strict. Made me quit swim team after I was City Champ last year. His new girlfriend seems to have mellowed him and made me like her as well.”
“I just want to know about you, Tim. I’m guessing you and Jace are more than just tight. Which I can approve of, sort of. Just don’t tell any priests.”
“Now everybody in the band knows.”
“I’m really in the band.”
“Hell, pardon me, you’re are second bass player for Sinatra tunes.”
“Now tell me how you came away with $1100 from tonight.”
“The guy ran a cash bar and took in over $4000. It’s our 25% cut.”
“You don’t miss anything.”
“Yeah, but I think that’s our last show there. He was really spooked by Robby’s song.”
“I hear after Jenna’s party the band will be off to work on songs.”
“Yeah. This holiday has been too intense. Did you know I had to beat up Jace’s older step-brother to stop him bullying Jace.”
“More things I don’t need to know.”
“Well, we want to do our own songs next time we play. So far, except for Robby’s black magic ending, our one song has not been a hit.”
“I thought it was better. You can’t expect people to like a song as much as their favorites the first time they hear it.”
“Thanks. Also, there’s a reporter that has been hanging out with us at the other table. He calls himself Jimmy Olsen. He’s from the Reader, so it’s not major.”
“You ready to handle publicity?”
“Well, I already told him I’m gay and have two girlfriends. He called me the love guru.”
“Well, be careful. The press likes nothing better than to bite you on the butt.”
“You want to talk with him?”
“Not unless there’s a problem. I saw him smoking out with you all.”
“How do you want to handle the money for tonight,” I asked. “I’ve already said that everyone will get the same amount when we get paid.”
“That’s wise, but does that include the girls.”
“Yup, I can’t see it being fair if we discriminate.”
He gave me $400 plus $25 for Iggy.
We laughed and I went back to the other table.
“Well, me droogies don’t you all look all smash mouth now.” They all looked at me, then I handed each of them $50. Their mouths dropped.
“They paid us that much for playing so great tonight?”
“No, it’s our cut of the cash bar. We were so bad,everyone drowned their sorrows in alcohol.”
Iggy was keeping quiet and looked pretty unhappy.
“Oh, I forgot. What about the Stooges song?”

Iggy looked up.

“Jace how much do we pay Max for singing his love song to you, ‘I Wanna be Your Dog?”
Iggy jumped up, “That’s not fair.”
“Oh, you’re right, here’s $25 for your two songs.” And everybody laughed. Time for another doobie. Jimmy Olsen was looking like a lite-weight, so we had him chug a glass of beer.
“Where’s Hippie? He has to chug a round for blowing spunk on the groupies.”
We found him at the other table, lying low. We made him chug one, then another because there was a little left in the first. Another lite-weight. We cheered him for his first sexual experience and for the first time getting shit-faced. And another chug for his first hangover in the morning. Then Mr. Antonio took his keys. We all had to pile into the Caddy to get home. Jimmy Olsen ended up at Michael’s after I told him he was too young to observe our antics in my room. He was too stoned to complain. I told him Michael was the lovelorn one but not to get any ideas. Jace was a little nervous about going in with me but I told him Michael’s dad had already figured it out. I guess Jimmy Olsen had asked him about us because he said, “Everybody seems to know now.”
“Only those who care about us,” I said and told him Scott’s mom had figured it out too.j togo 00
“Jeez,” he complained, “it’s my life.”
“Welcome to the limelight.”
The Caddy started to leave but then stopped, and Max stumbled out. He appeared to be drunk as well as stoned. All three of us stumbled upstairs and fell asleep together. No extracurricular that night.



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