We’re older than everyone there by at least ten years, maybe more. Anyway, Frank says to me let’s go get high on the porch and I’m in. Why not? I think.
We do that and then have some more drinks. I look at my watch and it’s almost four and Frank turns to me and says he could really use the Doors right now and I agree cause I think that I know exactly how he feels. I go to this kid with the records and I ask him to play something by the Doors, and you know what he says? He says, who the fuck are they? Can you believe that? Who the fuck are they? I say something stupid back to him like: listen man, it’s my buddy’s birthday and he really wants to hear the Doors. Can’t you help a man out on his b-day?
I look at this kid. Take a long stare. He’s way younger than I am, but confident. It’s a confidence that you start to lose as you get older and then maybe get back later on.
Frank and I have lost our confidence.
Then I think something inside of this kid is going to budge, like he’s feeling what we’re feeling, but instead he says to me: sorry, it’s not that kind of party.
