On my birthday, she wasn’t there…. Maybe she had a late day at work… But then she didn’t come home at all. Its been almost two years since I last saw Salem. My name is Justin Teller, I’m the greatest punk Guitarist for the best Punk Revival Band of our time… Fatal Flaw. I moved to The Big Apple in early 2000, I bummed around. Alot. For about a year. I took up a job as a Pizza Delivery boy, and then I saw her. It was the last delivery of my shift. I remember the order perfectly. Pepperoni, Pinapples. Lots and lots of Pinapples. “Make sure you get the damn order right, or I will cut the bollocks off the bloody bastard who delivers the Pizza! GET ME?!” She had such a sexy voice. So rugged, and then all at once a warming embrace you couldn’t help but admire. I knew immeadiately that I had to be with her.

I got into the car, Pizza in tow, just like she wanted it. I turned the CD player on, and played The Ramones. I switched it to “Poison Heart”. After a few minutes, I arrived at her apartment, 2021 5th street. She was on the second story, and her door was still decorated with the “Happy New Year” crap. She seemed to know when I’d arrived. “Give me the damn pizza and bugger off, Yank.” She was beautiful. “Man… you Brits are very… hmm. How to put it….conspicious…” I said, grinning. “Conspicious?? Are you mad? ‘ats not even word, Yank!” she said, poking my chest with her middle finger. “I know. But YOU are beautiful.” I said, partially awaiting the slap on my cheek. Instead I recieved a wink, giggle, and a slammed door. “Crap!” My chances were smote.

By that time, it was nearing 10:30. “SHIT A BRICK! I’M FUCKING LATE!” I exclaimed, as I was late to a show. I hurried to my car, sped to CBGB’s, and rushed in. “Justin. Where the fuck have you been?? The first band has already been on.” I proceeded to tell Kenny, my neigbor, the story of the sexy British bomb that I met a few minutes ago. “By the looks of it, you just met Salem. She’s a regular here.” He looked around abit, “Shit, there she is right now! Salem! HEY SALEM!” She didn’t hear Kenny, However she did notice me… “Yank!” and rushing over to me. In her eyes was the strangest look of compassion I’d ever seen. I’d say it looked more like lust. She reached me, and was pushed from behind. She began to fall, and I caught her, my hand accidentally catching her right breast. “Shit…! I’m–Sorry!” I apologized. She shook her head. “Go ahead, I get alot of it here. Afterall, I just LOVE to mosh!” she shouted, nearly jumping into the crowd. “…I have a very good feeling about this.” I said to myself.

I headed in the direction I saw her go off in. After a few minutes, I found her. I grabbed her from behind, hugging her. “HEY! Did ya miss me??” I laughed. She couldn’t help but laugh at my simple way of hitting on her. She knew it, as did I. We were destined to love each other. After the music was finished, and everyone was filling out of CBGB’s… I talked to the owner, Hilly, who I happened to know personally. I asked him if I, or rather, me and my new friend, could use the back room to chat. He said sure, and mixed us both some Vodka and Coke, on the house.

“So, Yank. You got a name?”
I smiled, looking into the sexiest Hazel eyes…
“Yea, its Justin.