Manny: Three stars. Tomato red shirt. Grumpy. Dark hair and eyes. Decent build. Daddy type. Big bulge but bad attitude. Getting at that c**k might be worth it, though.
Instead of just keeping notes in his head, AC decided to write his ratings down in a little notebook he found in the glovebox. He studied all twelve men and worked to remember their names, despite his earlier thoughts. While they loaded most of their equipment onto the roof of the van, in order to leave as much space in back as possible, he sat under a tree and scribbled down his first impression of each.
The approximate time for the return trip up north was calculated to be twenty-four hours in drive time. That meant each drummer would get to ride shotgun for two, and boy, did they plan on keeping track.
“We better synch
