It was nice catching up with Starbuck, but I needed to find some hella grungy music, and Starbuck only really listens to the Jonas Brothers, so I couldn’t ask him. I went into the woods to look for the tribe of Sasquatch. It was really my only option, as it was really rainy, and nobody was outside.
“Greetings, Peaceful Sasquatch, I come before you requesting information.”
The Sasquatch are a very formal peoples, and don’t respond often to improper grammar and formalities.
“Yes, Human, what is it you request of us?” the head Sasquatch stated.
“I request information to the whereabouts of some good grunge music, perhaps in the style of Nirvana’s Nevermind,” I replied.
“Human, what you ask of us, is not easy to answer.”
I looked quizzimistically at the Sasquatch.
Another Sasquatch stated, “Kurt Cobain, lead singer and guitarist for Nirvana’s Nevermind has passed away, he is no more.”
“Surely you must be jesting, is he really dead?” I pleaded to the Sasquatch.
“Can Jack White play a mean guitar?” a Sasquatch sitting in the corner said.
I looked over at him and realized he was wearing skinny jeans, and his opinions on music were therefore unreliable and not to be trusted. The rest of the Sasquatch quickly glared at him. He left the room. He must’ve had an Owl City concert to attend.
“So where am I to find grunge music then?” I implored.
“Fuck if I know, there’s a tiny logging town not too far from here, Forks I think it is called. Head there, they might have some grunge music,” The head Sasquatch said.
I hung around with the Sasquatch tribe for a little bit longer, mostly making fun of the hipster one, and then I headed out in search of a town called Forks.
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