Vince and Johnny started setting up, plugging in the guitars and tuning up. Randy kept his drums in the garage, so he had nothing to set up. He started doing some ridiculous-looking stretches. When they were ready to start, Jared’s car came flying into the driveway and screeched to a halt. He clambered out of the car, P-bass and amp in hand.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry guys!” Jared said as he ran into the garage.

“It’s alright, dude.” Vince said. “Just get set up.”

Jared nodded his head, his shaggy black hair falling into his bloodshot eyes as he did. He was tall, lanky, and thin as a rail. Jared had long, spidery fingers that could slap and pop a bass like nobody’s business. He did odd jobs around town for cash. He was also a pothead, and was perpetually late for everything. Jared would have been 15 minutes late to the end of the world.

When he was set up, Vince looked around at them.

“Let’s do ‘Die, Die My Darling’, ok?” Vince said.

They all nodded and launched into the Misfit’s classic song.