Birthright

“I think that’s a tall order to fill for this guy.” He let go and went to a bin filled with discounted singles. He plucked out film-wrapped Dio tape and tossed it at Troy’s midsection. “At least have some self respect.” After a clap to the shoulder, Brian pointed at the cash register. He held the back of his own neck and watched the teenager make a beeline to pay. He remembered what it was like to be broke and crave new music. Luckily for his criminal record, it was harder to stash vinyl in pants pockets, thus deterring him from poor decision-making.

“You think he pissed himself?” he asked in nonchalance.