Random HCL
There’s a faint tang of ozone and cheap liquor that seeps into everything. It’s inescapable like bad milk and rotting vegetables - once you hear it, smell it, it is already everywhere. Billy should be used to it; years travelling in death trap vans with the great unwashed - Pipefitter - and the strange incense John burned trying to step back from the edge. This - though - makes Billy’s heart almost break and none of the other session guys can even smell it, even in the dankest rankest recording studios. That’s what Billy is now, a session guy hanging in the back of the studio while the cool kids go up to the roof and smoke pot. They don’t hold it against him - it’s a generation thing, it’s keeping clean, it’s not coming out into the sunlight, it’s a vampire thing. Billy would never had predicted the vampire thing, but Jennifur’s done well out of it, My girlfriend Sucks And I kind of Like it, gigs where baby-goths get it on with the indie kids. The would-be punks try to look cool - as ever - but they end up with cooties from the lace-and-blood cuties. Sometimes, Billy watches, it’s kind of hot.