I worked as a stock boy part-time at Telco because I was still in high school. I worked two or three evenings a week and a full eight hours on Saturday and Sunday.
There were a handful of other part-time stock boys. Most of them are still in high school. One of the part-timers, Henry, rode to work with me because he lived a few houses away from mine. The boss was pretty good about scheduling us for the same nights. Most of the time, as long as I didn’t piss him off.
Henry was the drummer for my band that another part-time stock boy and I had put together. It was a terrible band but all our friends had us over to play at their parties because we only asked that they buy us beer. Being young, Midwestern musicians, we loved beer.
I played guitar and Henry played drums, but his kit had no c
