Where can I read more about Rory Storm? Because he seems like he’d be funny to read about
I haven't been on Tumblr in an extraordinarily long time, but found this upon coming back and figured I'd reply anyway just in case it ends up being helpful to someone.
I personally found out much of what I know about Rory Storm (and his Hurricanes) through deep dives on the internet. (Many, many hours on the internet.) But! There is also a book published by Anthony Hogan called "From A Storm To A Hurricane", which details Rory's life incredibly well, including anecdotes and personal stories from those who knew him. Truly can't recommend that book enough for fans of Rory, or those just wanting to know a little about another amazingly talented and charismatic Liverpool band/musician.
I would also like to say - I am now very much available for questions regarding him as well. Always willing to search through a book or two to get an answer out about Rory!
I’ve noticed an uptick in the amount of interaction my Rory Storm posts are getting. I’ve read just about everything there is to know about Rory, and have a copy of the only live performance audio there is of Rory Storm and the Hurricanes, besides the little there is on YouTube (which includes the footage of the boys at the Cavern Club). If any of you out there are fans looking for more info or have questions or just want to talk to someone who also loves Rory and the boys, feel free to shoot me a message!
King of the Playground - A Young Beatles/Hurricanes/BobDylan fic with some familiar cameos by Brian Epstein, Mal Evans, and urs truly
Inspired by the wonderful @cherrybombz01
Word count 4873 - Somewhat lengthy. But I’ve been told it’s worth that.
The sky was clear and sunny - the forecast was finally clear, and without a cloud in the sky, Brian had finally told his boys that he’d take them to the park.
“Come on,” John rushed, crossing his arms as he watched Paul tying his shoes. Ever since he’d learned to tie them himself, he’d insisted on doing so in such a drawn out manner, making sure that both sides of the bow were even, and not just that, but ensuring that both knots on either shoe looked alright beside the other. Things couldn’t just be done with Paul. It had to be a process. “Nobody’s going to be looking at the knots on your shoes.”
“Just cause you won’t doesn’t mean that nobody will,” Paul told him, with a little huff to his voice.
“John, if you can’t behave with Paul, then how can I trust you to behave with others at the park?” Brian spoke with a gentle sense of firm guidance as he knelt down, looking at John with a tired expression, his eyes warm with kindness and concern. “I don’t think you want to spend your time at the park sitting with me on a bench, do you?”
“Do you?” George mouthed teasingly, looking over Brian’s shoulder at John.
John just shot him a glare and then fixed Brian with a reluctant kind of pout, shaking his head once. “No.”
“He just wants to get there before Rory and his friends,” Ringo explained patiently, “Because he’s the King of the Playground.”
“King of the Playground?” Brian couldn’t help but smile as he heard this title. “Is that so, ‘King of the Playground’?... Well, nobody can be King of the Playground. Everything in England is ruled by the Queen, I’m afraid. You’ll have to let this king know that if he tries to enforce his rulings.”
“You don’t understand, Eppy,” John muttered, turning away slightly, embarrassed by Brian’s attempts at fixing the situation. “Can’t you tie your shoes any faster, Paul?”
“I’m done,” Paul said proudly as he got to his feet, admiring his work. “Perfect.”
It was on the tip of George’s tongue to comment that one of the bows on Paul’s left shoe was slightly bigger than the other, but he saw the look of annoyance on John’s face and knew that it was better left unsaid.
“Then everyone’s ready to go?” Brian prompted, looking over the four boys before giving a little tsk, picking up a green scarf. “John, I thought I told you all to get your scarves on.. It’s winter, you know, and it’s not getting warmer any time soon. You’ll catch a cold.”
“I don’t want to wear that,” John said stubbornly. He didn’t like wearing matching scarves with the other three.
Paul had a blue one, George wore red, and Ringo was somehow happy with one in soft pink - he’d picked that himself, and was okay with it because “It’s a lighter version of yours, George, and it’s pretty, isn’t it?”
“If you don’t wear it, then I guess you’ll just have to stay home and be properly warm inside for the day,” Brian told him with the ease and assurement of someone who had been in this situation many times before and come out a winner.
So John put the scarf around his neck with reluctance, and off they went to the park.
As soon as they were out of the car, John had begun walking before he heard Brian calling his name.
“No wandering off until we’re out of the parking lot,” he told him, herding his little group with a smile across the lot to the park entrance.
And then John took off. He went past the sandbox, past the swingset, and past the little clearing of benches in the middle where Brian and the other babysitters and parents usually sat. He ducked underneath the silver twisted poles where other kids often practiced gymnastics, or failed to practice gymnastics, and narrowly missed colliding with someone who was midway through the monkey bars before coming to a breathless stop in front of the little climbing wall that led up to a wooden pirate ship.
And sure enough, who popped over the side but none other than the fair-haired leader himself who stood tall over boys even older than him, Rory.
Rory gave him a grin, and raised his hand in a little wave.
John’s breathlessness quickly turned to annoyance, and he could feel the frown on his lips threatening to form a pout, but he resisted sulking. No, leave that to Paul.
“Sorry,” called another boy who came to Rory’s side. That was Johnny, Rory’s best mate. “This is the King’s ship, and we don’t take stowaways.”
“Tell the King to sod off,” John snapped, his sulkiness giving way to scathing disdain.
Rory’s eyes widened immediately, and he glanced over at Johnny before looking down at John. “L..Language,” he managed to say, before bursting into laughter that was quickly joined by that of his friends.
Paul, George and Ringo caught up to John just as he was kicking at the tanbark with the tip of his shoe.
“I told you to hurry up with tying your shoes,” John said to Paul accusingly.
“I told you to hurry up with tying your shoes,” Paul mocked in return.
“Well, no chance of getting the pirate ship,” John mumbled, trying not to let his disappointment show. Rory and his friends always got to the pirate ship first, it seemed, no matter how much John tried to beg Brian to get there earlier.
“We could go play on the swings,” Ringo suggested.
“I don’t want to play on the swings,” John said back.
“What about the monkey bars?” George tried. “You could try to hang upside down on them again, when Brian’s not looking.”
“I don’t want to play on those, either,” John mumbled.
“No, you don’t, you just want to whine, don’t you?” George countered.
“So what if I do?” John told him dismissively, really more telling than asking, as he turned on his heel and began to walk off.
George just shook his head, and he looked over at Paul, who looked either worried or guilty, and patted his arm. “It’s not your fault, you know. I think Rory just lives up there with his friends, that’s all. Bet he sleeps underneath the ship at night. That’s how his hair stays so blonde, you know, it’s bleached by the sun.”
He earned a partial smile from Paul, who snickered in amusement and then nodded his head. “Maybe.”
“Not much of a king at all,” George remarked, glancing up at the pirate ship.
“Suppose anybody could be king of anything they wanted to be,” Ringo said thoughtfully. “I think we should just settle for the sandbox.”
“We could play with the shovels and dig a hole, or build a castle,” George said, smiling at the idea.
“We could dig a hole and put Rory in it,” Paul said with a pout in his voice and on his lips, crossing his arms as he gazed up at the ship. Sure enough, Rory was standing at the edge again, and he gave Paul a smile and waved to him. Paul plastered a bright smile on his lips and raised his hand in an enthusiastic wave.
“Oh, cut it out,” George said, grabbing Paul’s hand and tugging it down, already pulling him away from the ship. “Let’s go see if Bob’s here. He’s always fun to hang out with.”
Bob was usually holed up on one of the farther benches, or, when his mother was busy with a book, he’d jump over the fence to the nearby trees and climb up in one and perch himself there. He wasn’t really a fan of the playground, except to make up his own kind of fun. If it was separate from the other kids, and something that involved a little handiwork and creativity, it was something Bob would do.
“He was over by the obstacle course,” Ringo noted.
Paul scrunched up his nose. “The obstacle course? What was he doing over there?”
“The obstacle course,” Ringo replied, as though confused how Paul couldn’t see the obvious answer.
George tilted his head curiously, and peered over in the direction that they’d came. Yeah, that was Bob alright, with the curliest hair in the world, standing by the obstacle course. He gave a tug on Paul’s sleeve and then began to walk, standing in as the leader seeing as John had up and left them. He walked them over to the obstacle course, trying to see why Bob would take a sudden interest in the playground at all, when the trees were perfectly fine just over the fence.
“Hi, Bob,” George greeted with a smile, trying to hide his enthusiasm. Bob was cool. Brian would never let them hop over the fence to climb trees. Brian would probably lecture them for a half hour about how dangerous that was, and how easily they could break a bone or wind up hurt without Brian knowing, just like he had the last time George had tried to casually remark how cool it was that Bob could do things like.. You know, go off and climb trees by himself.
George bet that Bob’s mother didn’t lecture him for forty years about safety when it came to being outdoors alone.
“Hey, George,” Bob said with a conversational drawl, looking over at them, seeming a little surprised.
“Since when do you do obstacle courses? Training for the draft?” Paul questioned, glancing back at the pirate ship. He wasn’t quite over their loss, or John’s annoyance with him for it.
“I, uh..” Bob’s gaze flickered a short distance away, but the shift in attention was too quick for George to catch where he’d looked. “No.”
“You know?” Paul spoke curiously.
“Know what?” George asked. After all, anything Bob said, anything Bob knew, was usually pretty interesting.
“No, I uh..” Bob reached up, scratching the back of his neck. “I said no, like, no, I’m not.. Training for the draft, or anything like that.”
“You don’t seem to be doing the obstacle course, anyway,” George noted, a little bit confused. “Are you just trying to think it out, in your head, then? Get it all planned out right so you don’t fail? That’s logical. That’s cool,” George told him, already working out how intriguing such an act was.
“No, man,” Bob said, trying not to laugh, seeming a little flushed all of a sudden.
“Were you watching that time?” came a breathless voice as a girl skipped over, jumping over one of the balance beams, her colorful poncho landing cozily over her figure.
“No, I missed it,” Bob admitted, glancing at the three boys who were suddenly extraordinarily curious about Bob’s connection to this girl.
“Missed what?” Ringo asked, wanting to make their presence a little more known without being awkwardly quiet or stiffly introducing themselves.
“Well,” she said, fixing her bangs, “I was trying to show Bobby how to get on top of the monkey bars, but he can’t seem to figure it out and I think he’s too scared to try.”
George just blinked. Bob, the kid who climbed trees taller than the park like a fish could swim, scared of getting up on top of the monkey bars?
“Yeah, well..” Bob gave a bashful little laugh, shrugging his shoulders. “Can I get another try?”
She hesitated, and then laughed with him, nodding. “Yes, but you better be watching this time, okay?”
“I will,” Bob promised her, gesturing to the monkey bars. “Don’t fall.”
“If I do,” she told him, reaching out to tap his nose, “Then you’ll just have to catch me!” With that, she turned on her heel in the loose tanbark and took off back to the playset, skipping lightly across the balance beam and jumping up onto the platform.
“You can’t climb the monkey bars?” George asked, a little bit in disbelief.
“Of course I can climb the monkey bars, man,” Bob reassured him.
“So why did you tell her you couldn’t climb the monkey bars?” Ringo asked, tilting his head.
“Cause he thinks she’s pretty and he’d rather have her explain it a billion times so he can have a billion reasons to talk to her,” Paul noted, smiling a little. “That’s cute.”
“I know,” Bob emphasized, crossing his arms and hiding his own little grin.
John, on the other hand, wasn’t having such luck or amusement. He had sat himself down on a bench out of Brian’s sight, arms crossed and back slouched, his attention fixed to the ground. This was downright miserable. What was the point of coming to the park if he couldn’t even do the one thing that he’d wanted to do?
“I think this is the first time I’ve seen you sit on a bench by choice,” came a pleasant tone of voice. It was Mal, one of the people who volunteered every few days to help keep an eye on kids at the park, and make sure none of them were getting up to anything dangerous without supervision. “Something happen?”
“Rory’s got the pirate ship,” John said with irritation, tired of explaining his annoyance to everyone. “Again. He always gets the pirate ship, because he’s the King of The Playground.”
“King of The Playground?” Mal leaned against the fence, thinking this over for a moment before tilting his head. “Since when do kings have pirate ships?”
John glanced over at him, not wanting to come out of his blues just yet. “What d’you mean?”
“Well, aren’t pirate ships for.. You know.. Pirates?” Mal reached out and nudged John’s shoulder. “Now, you know, I’d never encourage any kind of drama, or anything like that. But I think if you could gather up a pirate crew, you might just be able to take that ship from the king.”
The idea dawned on John rather slowly, but then he sat straight up, jumping off the bench, already coming up with a plan. “Thanks, Mal.”
“For what?” Mal asked, his eyes twinkling as he winked.
John grinned, and took off across the park to the bench where Brian was, in the sun, a pair of sunglasses letting him read comfortably from the book he’d taken along. But they weren’t cool sunglasses, like Bob’s. Brian made everything look so.. Gentlemanly. Which, he said, was as ‘cool’ as a man could be. He always sat near to the entrance - this way none of the boys could leave without his knowing, and they’d always know where to find him.
“Can I borrow your book?” John asked him, holding out his hand.
Brian peered over the sunglasses and tilted his head. “Oh! Did you want to look through it? I have another I brought along in case I finished looking through this one, first.”
John glanced at the title. New York Through The Years. “...Yes.”
“Yes, you’d like to look through it?” Brian pressed gently. He’d never known John to want to read at the park, but he wouldn’t discourage it, so long as he was careful.
“Yes.”
“And you’ll take care of it? I wouldn’t want to get it back torn up from your playing.”
“Yes, I’ll take care of it.”
“Alright.” Brian held it out to him. “Where are the other boys?”
“I’m going to go find them,” John told him, and that part was honest. He took the book, not giving Brian a chance to reply, and bolted in the opposite direction. “Bye-Eppy-We’re-Being-Good!”
Brian smiled, lifting his hand and calling after him, “Well - good!”
John held the book to his chest and raced across the park, finally catching a glimpse of the other boys by the obstacle course. What were they doing there? Did they even care that he came up with a way to solve all their problems?
“John, you’re back,” Ringo said pleasantly. “We’re learning how to get on top of the monkey bars.”
“Well, forget about that, I’ve got something better,” John said, holding up the book. “I know how we can get the pirate ship.”
George looked at him briefly, his attention dropping to the book. “...Teach him about history and bore him to death?”
“No,” John said, shaking his head. “Paul, don’t you want to hear what I’ve come up with?”
Paul made a little sound in indignation and turned away, crossing his arms.
“What’s gotten into him?” John asked, frowning.
“You were mean to him,” George pointed out. “You said it was his fault that Rory got the ship.”
“Oh.” John frowned, trying to work out a way to fix that. He reached out and poked Paul’s shoulder. Paul didn’t say a word. “Hey Paul, you know your.. Shoes.. Are tied pretty nice today.”
“You don’t mean that,” Paul said dismissively.
“You’re right, I don’t. You spend too much time worrying about that crap.”
“You know, that’s not how I was taught to apologize,” Bob said casually, raising an eyebrow.
John pursed his lips for a moment and then sighed. “Fine. You worry too much about that crap, but… I shouldn’t’ve been mean about it. It wasn’t your fault we didn’t get the ship today. It’s not cause of your shoes or anythin’ like that. Okay? I’m.. sorry.” He half-mumbled the word, not wanting to say it very much at all.
Paul’s expression lit up, and he spun around, looking at John expectantly. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“I’m not saying it again,” John said, his cheeks heating - see, he didn’t even need the stupid scarf at all, did he? “So you better have heard it the first time.”
“But I didn’t quite hear you,” Paul said in singsong, “And Brian says it’s important to speak up and enunciate, you know, so people understand -”
“Well do you want to go and sit with Brian, or do you want to get the ship?” John countered with a flustered rush. “Hmm?”
“Bob, did you see it that time?” The girl was breathless as she jumped over the balance beam, coming to a stop in front of Bob, who looked kind of like he was looking at a bunch of flowers.
“No, I..” Bob scratched the back of his neck.
“Gosh, you might need glasses,” she told him with a laugh, fixing her own and then nodding, “Or at least prescription sunglass ones.. So you can still look cool..”
John took a moment of pause, trying to work out what the blurred color was before he recognized it as a girl, with short brown hair and round glasses, and a black leather cap with a red feather on the side. Maybe Brian was right, maybe he should start wearing his glasses more often.
“Sorry,” Bob told her, and he sounded genuine, “These guys are trying to work out a way to get the pirate ship from Rory’s gang, that’s all.”
“Oh.” She looked over at the four of them, nodding. “Well, do you have a plan?”
John hesitated. “Well, what help is a girl going to be when it comes to pirates?”
“I heard once that there was a girl pirate who fought men with her shirt off,” she told him, a mix of eager to share the information and annoyed at the idea that she wasn’t good enough for his silly game. “And she won.”
John’s eyes widened at the idea, and the thought that this innocent-looking girl knew things like that.
Bob just gave him a grin as if to say, yeah, man. That’s why I’m at the obstacle course.
“Well, alright,” John said. “We’re going to be pirates, and we’re going to take the ship from the king - that’s what pirates do. Kings don’t need pirate ships.”
“Well don’t you want to look the part?” As soon as she’d asked this, Paul lit up.
“How d’you mean?” Paul questioned.
“Yeah, it’s too cold to take our shirts off,” Ringo told her.
“Well..” she trailed off, trying not to laugh at Ringo’s comment, and then clasped her hands together. “Your scarves. You could tie them around your heads, you know? Look more like a group of pirates.”
“I could tie mine like an eyepatch,” Ringo said, already slipping off his scarf.
“But Brian said not to take them off,” George pointed out.
“You’re not taking them off, you’re just putting them on differently,” Bob suggested to him, and this seemed to satisfy the concern.
So the scarves came off, and Ringo and George tied theirs on like eyepatches, Ringo covering his left and George covering his right (“and together, we’re one whole seeing pirate - or one blind one”) And Paul and John had tied theirs across their foreheads.
“What about you two, then?” John prodded, glancing between the girl and Bob.
“I’ll be the ship’s doctor,” she told him.
“I’ll be the musician, then,” Bob answered.
“Wait, how come you get to be the musician? That’s a cooler job. I would've been the musician,” she decided immediately, feeling a little disappointed in her lack of claim to a better position.
Bob stood no ground. “I’ll let you be whatever you want, you can be the musician, and I’ll be the doctor,” he said, without a hint of conflict. Whatever she wanted to be, he wouldn’t argue a word, even if she wanted to be the one who threw him overboard.
“Great.” She grinned proudly, and then looked to John. “See, I’ve got colorful stuff for playing music, and Bob’s got normal clothes cause he’s the doctor. It works.”
“If you say so,” John said, and he nodded. “Let’s go get that ship.”
“But you didn’t tell us the plan,” Paul pointed out, shaking his head.
“Just follow my lead,” John told him, turning around and marching his little militia on toward the pirate ship.
“Hey Rory, John and his friends are back again,” Ty called to Rory as he peered over the edge of the ship, seeing them heading over.
Rory gave him a curious look, peeking over the side and tilting his head.
“Well, this should be fun,” Johnny said as he leaned against the side.
“If by fun, you mean mildly entertaining,” Lu commented.
“D-Don’t.. Be mean,” Rory chastised, smiling slightly. Maybe it would be interesting.
“Hey, King Rory,” John called as he came to a stop in front of the climbing wall that led up to the wooden pirate ship.
Johnny raised an eyebrow and leaned over the side, peering down as the other three boys joined at his side, a mix of amused and curious.
Rory looked over at Johnny, who met his gaze and then cleared his throat, calling down to John, speaking on behalf of the blond boy who didn’t want to stutter his way through the same thought.
“Who seeks an audience with the king?” Johnny spoke, trying to sound authoritative.
Lu snickered. “God, you’re a square.”
Johnny elbowed him immediately, looking down at John expectantly.
“John’s pirate crew, who want their ship,” John said confidently.
“John’s pirate crew and what army?” Ty called over the edge of the ship.
Rory and Johnny gave him a tired kind of look.
“The pirate crew is his army,” Lu told him, shaking his head and giving in to the ridiculousness of the situation, of the younger boys inciting a takeover. “Alright. On what grounds?”
John was so glad they asked. He held up the book, opening it to a random page and pointing at the text. “According to pirate code, a pirate captain can do whatever he has to do in order to get his ship back!”
“Well sorry, kid, that’s against the law,” Lu called down breezily, and Rory tried to stifle a laugh, though really, he was quite impressed with their little charade.
“Well,” John said with a smirk, “You’ll be happy to know that pirates don’t have to follow the king’s law.”
“He’s got a point,” Johnny said, looking to Rory.
Rory just nodded solemnly, leaning his elbows on the edge of the ship and looking down at the group. “That h..he d-does.”
“Well boys - er, pirates - what are you going to do?” Johnny called leisurely, and the four boys on the ship were suddenly a little interested in this game of pirates and kings.
“Take back our ship,” George called to him immediately.
“Got any weapons?” Ty asked.
“Lots of bullets,” Bob suggested, picking up a handful of tanbark.
“No, that’s too dangerous,” George whispered to him.
“He’s right,” Ringo agreed with a nod.
“Alright,” Bob said, dropping the handful of tanbark and brushing his hands off on his pants. “Invisible bullets. A lot of ‘em.”
“Well we’ve got cannons,” Lu called back thoughtfully. “A ton of those. So we’d just blast you into next week before you could load your guns.”
“Cannons take longer to load than guns,” Bob reasoned.
“Not these,” Johnny told him, “These are quick-loading, high-fire cannons. Very new, the science was only just finished a week ago today. It’s a stunning feat, and a wonderful way for the king to keep trespassers away from the ship.”
Rory was trying to stop himself from laughing, hearing Johnny try to reason about imaginary cannons, but he couldn’t for a second pretend it was anything but hysterical. “H-h..high f-f..fire cannons..”
John held up the book. “Laugh all you want. It’s right in the pirate code.”
The girl glanced between John and the boys on the ship for a minute, and then she strode up to the climbing wall. “I’ve got a pack of fruit snacks and some candy. I’ll trade you for the ship.”
Johnny glanced to his laughing leader, and then snickered, calling back. “The King will consider a trade.”
“Giving up the ship so quick?” Ty asked, trying not to laugh. Rory’s amusement was infectious.
“Candy and fruit snacks, get your priorities in order, man,” Johnny told him.
“First things first, though, come on,” Lu said to Johnny, looking down at the girl. “How much candy are we talking?”
She shifted her poncho, showing a black little bag across her shoulder underneath. “Like.. a lot.”
“Oh, man, she’s got a lot, she says,” Lu said with amusement, glancing to Rory. “Well, what says the king?”
“What says the king?” Johnny prodded, and Ty joined in, the three of them chanting at their blond leader who tried to keep from laughing.
Rory held up his hand, laughing, and then glanced down at her. “K-King.. Says okay,” he told her.
“Pirates win,” Lu called, walking to the edge and carefully jumping down, followed by Johnny.
“King forfeited for some candy and fruit snacks,” Ty said with a grin, jumping down after his friends.
Rory paused to make sure the ship was tidy and they hadn’t left anything behind, nor had anyone else that the other kids could get into danger with. But things seemed in order, so overboard he went.
As soon as the girl had come up to him, Rory just gave her a smile.
“K..Keep it,” he said, genuinely.
“Keep it?” she repeated, blinking. That made no sense. “What about the trade?”
He wanted to tell her that the fun was worth giving up their little hangout spot, but instead he just reached out and straightened her hat, giving her a grin.
“I think the king says you’re welcome at the new kingdom any time,” Johnny said for him, grinning and offering her a playful wink.
“As long as you bring those fruit snacks and candy,” Lu told her.
Bob walked over, a little envious of how much she seemed to be enjoying their attention. “Hey, you were going to show me how to climb the monkey bars one more time, right?”
“Well,” Johnny said, “We’ve got free time for learning, right?”
She gave a little curtsy with her poncho, and then seemed to change her mind and switch to a deep bow instead. “Well I’d be glad to teach the king and his men.”
“Little traitor,” John called over his shoulder as he started up the climbing wall.
“Hey, I never pledged my allegiance,” she called back, laughing, “Musicians don’t have to be loyal to anybody.”
Bob thought he’d never met anybody so perfect in his whole life.
“Off to the monkey bars,” Lu called, grinning.
“In the name of the king,” Johnny added, marching ahead.
John climbed up aboard the ship, standing at the wheel and looking out at the rest of the park. Finally. He set the book down carefully, making sure it was in a tidy, safe little location. He’d assured Brian it would be, after all. And maybe he’d even look through it, boring as it was, if he got a moment.
“Well, he’s finally got his ship,” George commented, glancing up.
“Yeah, hasn’t he?” Paul crossed his arms.
John peeked over the edge of the ship curiously at the three boys waiting down below. “Well what are you doing down there?” he called.
“We were going to go play in the sandbox,” Ringo told him.
“No, forget that,” John said, and he patted the edge of the ship, grinning. “Come on up, boys. A captain is nothing without his crew.” xxxxxxx
Okay. So I own a postcard photograph that used to belong to Rory Storm. Awful photograph with flash to follow.
I let my sister look at it and determine who each person was. She said they were all on a road trip, and these were their personalities.
"This guy. ("His name is Johnny Guitar.") Alright. Jonathan is peeing in a bottle in the backseat. And everyone's mad at him."
"This one is angry at Jonathan for pissing in a bottle and is warning him that if he pisses in a bottle again, he's going to kill him. And Jonathan is getting piss everywhere."
"That guy is in the passenger seat ignoring Jonathan and asking the driver if they can stop for McDonald's because he wants chicken nuggets. He points out every McDonald's they pass."
"That guy's the driver. He's tired of all of them and has warned them multiple times that he'll crash the car and kill them all."
