
"Am I the only person on the planet that thinks the Beetles kind of sucked?" Steve asked rather loudly to no one in particular only moments after Sergent Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band had begun to play from the stadium loudspeakers. His opinion did not appear to be widely shared by the large crowd as many had begun to cheer and dance the moment they recognized the tune. They sung along raucously to the well known lyrics, clapping and smilin as they sang. Joe looked at Steve, his face a mixture of disdain and irritation "I doubt you are the only asshole out there who thinks that Steve, but there can't be very many."
Steve was nonplussed by Joe's reply and continued, even more loudly now so he could be heard over the noise of the crowd. "And what's the deal with that weirdo lady Yoko Ono? Was she some sort of artist or just like a random groupie or something. That chick was freaky looking. She must have been a hell cat in the sack or something to land what's his face as her man. "By what's his face you are referring to John Lennon I assume? A man many consider one of the greatest or maybe even the greatest singer songwriters in human history." "Yeah, that what's his face, the dude that wore those dumbass wire rimmed glasses, and was always talking some hippie dippie bullshit about peace and love and all that crap."
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About me. You know how everyone says to be a successful writer you should focus in one or two areas. I continue to prove them correct.



Comments (2)
Steve doesn't seem like a decent human being, lol. Loved your word and story!
Nice microfiction 🧡😉📝