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16 TEFLON’S MOTHER–VIVIANA GLASS—A WARRIOR ANGEL

By J.J. Colagrande

I am in the eye of the hawk, watching my son. I am underneath the wing of an eagle, gliding along. I am in the breathe of death, right behind Teflon’s shoulder. I am regret. I am the wind, in Chicago. I see my own mother. And I miss her, as she watches over my… »

17 WHERE THE MEMORY OF OLD SINS ARE DESTROYED BY THE MADNESS OF NEW ONES

By J.J. Colagrande

Room 954. We could smell the jam as soon as we exited the elevator. The pungent skunky aroma of dank weed wafted through the hallways, and I could also smell hints of the diesel. Opium. It was a typical after-the-concert hotel party, sometimes better than the actual concert and certainly more intimate than an after-concert… »

18 WHEN YOU’RE STRANGE, NO ONE REMEMBERS YOUR

By J.J. Colagrande

Sure as can be the Pittsburgh kids had a nitrous tank with balloons. And soon enough the shhhhhh sound filled the room and everyone partook. Myself included. I had to, right? I needed to fit in. And I don’t even know how to explain the effects. I don’t remember exactly, but the gas made me… »

19 TURN IT INSIDE OUT FIND NOTHING BUT FAITH IN NOTHING

By J.J. Colagrande

When the guy came to our room with the tank, I started talking like we were old friends. No need to play good cop, bad cop–he opened up like a clam. I simply asked questions. A lot of people don’t understand how headz operate. We truly are a big family. There are so many of… »

20 IF YOU GOT THE POISON, I GOT THE REMEDY

By J.J. Colagrande

Can you believe it? Maybe we could save Thelonious. I mean questions remained. Who had the remedy? Shit. What was the remedy? And why was the answer only in Indiana. What about the Scruffy Guy and the kids we fought. Were they connected to Indiana? Where in Indiana? Who the fuck was The Chemist? There… »

21 THEY’LL BE MUSIC EVERYWHERE

By J.J. Colagrande

Yo, this stee is cripplin me. I can’t move, son. And I don’t know where I am. I can’t see anything. It’s not even dark. In fact, it’s completely blinding, the light. The light is so bright it’s actually dark. It doesn’t make sense. There are no words to describe this. I don’t know what’s… »

22 THE LEGEND OF THE DEER CREEK NEEDLE

By J.J. Colagrande

The legend of the Deer Creek needle is a somber, old tale. One set in a different time. Of course there’s music in the story. But it was a different time for music. A period before the deejay. Before MTV and hip-hop and punk rock and indie music too. Before chat rooms and iPods and… »