Short Story: The Gladstone, 1982

The Gladstone, 1982. It was better than anything you ever saw, and most things you’ve gone on to do I can tell you that right now. For free. We were up front and the microphone hit me in the face and when I tasted the sweat of the singer it went down like the coldest beer, a cup of actual freedom. Another four hours and I’d be starting my shift. But who…