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Damn, it was good to be home.
His body ached, his jaw still giving him the occasional shot of pain up the side of his face. His previously separated shoulder still gave the random throb, his ribs felt like one giant bruise. Soon he was going into battle with his ex-girlfriend for the fate of humanity, but for now he had a guitar in his hands, so all was right in the world.
He loved the energy of the music, of the crowd throwing back at him what he put out there. It was his idea of paradise. His moment of Zen. The crowed was big tonight, the bodies moving, gyrating, and throbbing in time with the hard rock ripping through their amps. Kitten shook the building with her kick and snare work.
The bar was the perfect setting. Dark, but warm-feeling, it smelled of old beer and fried f
