That old junkyard, down by the river... you know the place, don't you? Have you ever been there on Sundays? Well, if you have, you might have met Harry, Mark, and/or John.
Usually they meet there to shoot rats, which is a funny way to spend your Sunday afternoons. At least better than bird-watching or trainspotting.
Shortly after that night at the ----- club, Mark was kicked out by the ------ (his band). But he didn't give up making music (yet). Instead he actually co-founded a strange band called Capt'n Peanus and his Seamen. Yeah, really. The picture on the right shows Mark (far right; either he's left-handed or something's wrong with this picture) and two of those fucked-up hippies he played with back then. Those were the "seamen"; he himself was the Capt'n. They basically covered shitty 60s and 70s songs, nothing atcually worth mentioning. They smoked a lot of pot, otherwise you could barely do stuff like that. Most surprisingly they did rather well. Even better than his previous band, the obnoxious ------, who later (without Mark aka Capt'n Peanus) would score big-time. They sold out some venues, but hardly any place bigger or better than the ----- club.
Meanwhile both Harry and Mark were in band, too. Even though Mark tends to forget that now (see previous fragments). Together with some other guys they formed a Yoko Ono-cover band called Just Plastic No Ono -- soon after that they dropped the "No Ono" part. The reason to form a Ono-cover band was that no one of them could either sing or play any instrument. They basically just screamed. They only "played" one show - ever. On New Year's Eve that year. Some "festival" featuring cover bands only. What ridiculous idea... Well that's how Harry, Mark, and John met once again.
Mark couldn't afford the rent for his flashy loft anymore... so he was looking for roommates. Eventually Harry and John moved in. But this story seems just as made up as the others, doesn't it?
Hmm... or did Harry and Mark move in with John? He was always broke since he spent all his money on coke. Who cares.
... John is rubbing a remainder of white powder on his gums, when Mark opens the door. John turns the tap and splashes his face with some cold water. By coincidence, Harry just steps in as well. "Dude, we shouldn't meet like this," he says. "That's really strange. People might--" Without even listening John walks out.
"I hate conversations in the men's room... --"
