Hey Ma, wanna give a listen? Got a second pair of headphones upstairs.
Oh, you gotta work? On Christmas? Alright, yeah, that bites, I’m sorry. Maybe one song before you leave? I’ve got Bowie’s Scary Monsters up in my room!
You’re in a hurry? No, no, I understand, I’m sorry. Catch you later.
How bout you Da? You like Bowie, right?
What? No, I ain’t a fag. Just like the fella’s music is all. So what if he dresses all weird, don’t mean nothing. Yeah, Da, I like chicks, quit asking. Okay, give it a rest already.
Look, we can listen to something else, alright? Just wanna spend some time, you dig?
You’re going out with the boys? On Christmas? Ain’t we all supposed to be together? Running late? Can’t you groove to one song, beforehand?
No, I ain’t talking back!
Yeah, yeah, okay. Alright. Yes sir. I said, yes sir.
Ma and Da walk to the door. Guess I’ll still give the present a listen. Tear off the rest of the wrapping, open the box. Damn, no batteries.
Hey, could y’all get me some double AA’s while you’re-
Door slams. Lock shuts.