the swashbuckling original Secker & Warburg novel, not the paperback re-write put out by Penguin.
It was a very passionate time, it was one of the
most exciting times there's ever been. Johnny Angelo would go to the coffee bar
every night. Catsmeat trailing in behind him. They sat in the far corner booth
by the jukebox, out of the cold, cupping soggy cigarettes in the palm of their
hands. The jukebox was made of silver and gold and it had highlights that
twinkled and it played fantastic records: Larry Williams, Bony Moronie. Bill
Haley, Don't Knock the Rock. Little Richard, Miss Ann. The volume stayed switched on way up loud just as
long as Johnny Angelo sat there. He didn't want to hear anything in the world
but good hard Rock, he didn't even want to know anything else existed. On his
back, in great high silver letters, his leather jacket read ELVIS.
this is a fugn great book
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