…could smell the carpet in the attic still where it happened. Just a jaunt after academy to another boarded up shack in the abandoned zone. This time different. Special. Something happened. Julia had a cassette. Oingo something. It was the first time, the only time, I heard Huey Lewis that wasn’t Huey Lewis. Muse they called it. Beats. Sounds. Words that made little sense. It was proof. They burned that whole section the next day. Right to the earth. The next week all the Huey posters in the district were repainted. We couldn’t be sure but …
