Seven‐year‐old: You can’t be a rock star. Everyone wants to be a rock star. You have to be something else.
Six‐year‐old: Fine! I’ll be a fucking barber!
Indianapolis, Indiana
Seven‐year‐old: You can’t be a rock star. Everyone wants to be a rock star. You have to be something else.
Six‐year‐old: Fine! I’ll be a fucking barber!
Indianapolis, Indiana