Drugs for the Youth
“What the fuck, man?” I yelled as we made our way off stage to the cheers and screams of super fans. We had about two minutes until we needed to head back for the expected encore and I needed to vent.
Bon smiled back. That messed up snaggly tooth, inebriated grin staring back at me pissed me off even more. And he knew it.
“What? That was a fucking brilliant set.” He mused.
“Damn it, Bon. You can’t throw drugs into the crowd.” I lectured. “Jesus, there are fucking kids out there.”
“They’ve gotta grow up sometime.” He countered, swaying from side-to-side. The dude was loaded. No surprise there.
“Seriously, some sue-happy, rich dick is going to take us down.” I threw back. “Shit like that will be the end for guys like us.”
“Naw, you got it all wrong, man. No one is going to sue us.” His eyelids drooped for a moment, then perked up as the chants began to build.
“Listen to that shit. They love us!” He threw his arms up and nearly fell over.
The crowd chanted, “One more song… One more song…” We only had about a minute left before the stage manager would certainly be pushing us back on stage.
“Fucking hell. At least you could do is keep that shit to yourself. A waste of good drugs.” I resigned.
“Whatever, man.” He continued. “Those kids will be thanking us. Consider it a charity mission to educate the young ones to the concept of tripping through life.”
I shook my head, surrendering the fight. Bon knows best. He always knows best. As the stage manager gave the sign to get back on stage, I tried to push the images out of my head of Bon arguing to the judge about the importance of childhood drug use education and the five of us sitting behind bars. But the show must go on.
As we headed back to the stage, I could swear that the crowd was chanting, “We want drugs… We want drugs…”
Strumming the first couple chords to “It’s a Long Way to the Top…” Bon turned to me and smiled.
He took to the mic and muttered, “This song is for all of you who are flying high tonight.”
And the crowd went wild.