I Have To Stop Killing My Favorite Band Members.

The Curse that Follows me to this Day.

Bigga Bigga P 🕊️🌱🧩
The Riff

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It all started with Jon Bonham.

Let me take you back to 1980. Led Zeppelin announced their tour, and L. A. was on the schedule. I was in high school, and after hearing the news, I immediately went looking for the “Damone” of our high school.

I want front-row seats or as close to the front stage as possible.

I know seats upfront will require the craft of a connected scalper. It is a risk and will take some time, but the concert is months away so I am confident I can get the seats I want.

Enter Rhino

Rhino was my high school's very own “Damone.” A punk rocker who wore his mow-hawked hair to resemble, well, a rhino horn. He had the letters R-H-I-N-O tattooed across his right front fingers, just below his knuckles, on the skin covering the metacarpal. Then, on his left hand, F-U-C-K-U was displayed. Charming fella.

Teachers and students were rightly afraid of him. The rumor was that he had been expelled from junior high after punching a teacher in the face.

Rhino was a naturally thick and solid individual. The coaches tried unsuccessfully to get him interested in team sports. For Rhino, that wasn’t going…

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All of my writing is a thought experiment and never to be construed as fact 🌱🧩🕊️