Parable: Kieron and the bush (mega) death

Kieron glanced in the mirror. His faded black T-shirt was just the right shade of grey. An angry-looking tattoo peaked out from beneath the sleeve, the skull and serpent just visible on his upper arm. His hair hung long over his shoulders and his beard was coming on impressively. No one would ever know he was only 16. A quick check that the rips in his jeans were in just the right place, and he left the house.

As he approached the street where the concert venue was, he could hear the music clearly: the beat of the bass, the crash of the drums, the thrash of the...

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