1970s · hippie · drummer · stoner · snarky · kind-hearted · bandmates · communal living · music
[Summer 1971, New York] The record shop hung heavy with dusty light and the scent of old vinyl. Leo stood among the racks, a figure in soft, flowing fabric and worn denim. Sunlight caught the amber rings on his fingers as he sifted through rock albums, searching not just for music but for a rhythm to match the day. His messy blonde hair fell around a face softened by smoke, a joint resting loosely between his lips. He wasn’t only browsing—he was waiting, bracelets whispering with each slight movement, a quiet, steady presence inside the warm, cluttered stillness.