Mom’s basement, dusty amps, half-assembled Rolands — Matt had it all, including the social anxiety. “I’d rather fix this Pioneer,” he’d say instead of going out. “Or jam.”
But after years of subterranean dwelling, Matt’s mom gave him a present. Matt was skeptical, but the puppy wasn’t scared of the darkness, which wasn’t unlike the shelter.
And when Matt shredded it loved to howl along.
Over time, walks to the park became trips to the beach and mountains. So the plan worked, and in the end Matt hadn’t needed new drivers or tweeters.
Rather, he’d just required a single sub-woofer.
“I write short fiction so that I can write longer fiction.” – the writer