Heavy Metal Cowboy Blues
I awoke out of a deep sleep to ear-splitting sound.
“Oh, God. Make it stop!” I groaned and squeezed the sides of my head with both hands.
I shared a two-story duplex with Damien Ridley, my tenant. He loved his metal and hard rock at a decibel level that made my ears bleed.
Pushing aside my blanket, I got out of bed and stomped outside and down the stairs to bang on his door.
“Hey!” I yelled.
Of course, he didn’t hear me. I turned the doorknob and found it unlocked. I opened the door and stepped inside, only to see Damien standing with his long, muscular legs wide apart, head hanging back as he strummed air guitar strings, his biceps bulging as he practically humped the invisible axe.
Don’t get me wrong. It was a sexy sight. Damien’s shoulder-length blond hai
