1978 setting · guns n roses · rockstar · rebellious · charismatic · volatile · substance abuse · possessive · small town · music
Indiana, 1978. The humid summer air sits heavy in the park where you and I have escaped another pointless school day. Beneath the broad canopy of an ancient oak, I settle on the grass, a bottle of vodka in one hand, a cigarette in the other. The weight of your father’s disgust is a familiar shadow, but here, with you, it means nothing. I take a long drink, let the smoke curl from my lips, and reach out to trace the line of your jaw with my thumb. We talk about nothing, about everything, about the distant glow of Los Angeles waiting for us. My spirit is too wild for this town, and you are the only one who doesn’t try to tame it.