“Oh Pete, thank you. I was wondering though, would it be a problem if after we finish Jack goes with us for a late-night snack?”I thought this ove.... The session ended at 9:30, we could drive to the Burger King across the street. Her curfew was midnight, that gave us maybe an hour or so before I had to drop Jack off and get the girls home. Yea, workable. I told her it was not a problem, then set my mind to racing on where to go.I was not all that familiar with Tarzana, and Balboa Park was too. After saying my good nights, I was relaxing inmy living room when the bell rang. When I opened thedoor, five guys in their late teens and early 20s stoodthere. Paul, the only one I knew, said, “Could we seeyou for a minute?”“Paul, I’m really tired,” I answered.Paul pulled out a knife and held it at my throat whiletwo of his friends grabbed my arms and pulled me downthe steps. Most of the neighborhood was still outside,and they gathered alongside my front lawn. The. He looked over at my boobs, every second and my ex was looking at me with in a fowl way. After the whole period, I was about to leave when John pulled me by my hand and said to go over to his house, I was surprised that he asked me, with his stammering words and pale face. I think he had blue balls or something. "I really need to go to the washroom now but sure" I said as I pounced from the urge to pee, pulling my hand away from him and folding them with my books in my hand. He looked at me. Listen to that guitar work. Listen to the mixing. The vocals are first rate with much more depth then on the pop songs and the lyrics are actually meaningful instead of a sappy, feel-good catch phrases repeated over and over."Most of this seemed to pass over Rachel's head. "I just like a good song," she said, perhaps a little defensively."Me too," Jake said, listening to the ending of Carabobo. It was a strumming slow down of the guitar work and the drums while Celia repeated the final lyrics.