The Number Seven Came Before Zero Once
He watched yet another band go through the motions.
Why did he come here? Why did anyone come here and endure this marathon of mediocrity?
The bottle of beer was almost empty. Damn those lines.
He hated lines. He hated any kind of line even one drawn a sheet of paper. Graph paper used to send him into a panic warranting several visits to the nurse’s office back in school during geometry class.
Math was his little hell.