I remember deciding that I loved rock and roll when I was about seven. A Nirvana song came on the radio, and I was crying cause my mom wouldn't buy me something and it all just made so much sense.

I made it my business from that moment to get lost in heavy, loud noise that made my ears throb and my mind blur. It was the sound that got my heart pumping and mind racing and body moving.

After immersing my ears with every dead rock star I could possibly scrape up, I searched for my jam fix in bands that crawled on the bottom of the NYC music scene. Nine dollar tickets, free beer from older kids and a shit load of yay.

Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Naruto Uzumaki! I'm a 16-year-old with an angst issue. I love ramen, the color orange, drugs, sex, and rock n' roll. Back to the story!

So at the entrance of this shitty club, I had a pair of vans and some jeans with a tie-dye. My camel was halfway smoked and it reeked of pot and garbage. I looked over at Ino, and she was already wasted off her ass. She always dressed like a slut, so every dick in the facility was pointing in our direction. We had come to see some post-punk band called The Satanics. I felt absolutely euphoric with excitement, and as I entered the club I admired the dirt & grime, the old posters, bodies packed tighter than a package of fucking sardines.

Ino grabbed my wrist and busted ballsack to make it to the front. I lit up a spliff with her and we waited for the tunes to start.

A boy came up to us. He had a smile like a fucking angel, it looked fake, but it still kinda sparkled. He offered me a pill and a drink, we finished the spliff with him. His name was Sai.

The music started, it was fantastic. A great band, my new favorite band.

My new favorite singer.

Oh Jesus fucking Christ, was this the most beautiful human being I had ever seen.

He had black hair, all spiky, but it was gelled- it was just crazy in that I-don't-give-a-fuck-and-a-half kinda way. His skin was all pale, but not nasty- his body was lean, but not necessarily thin. He was some sorta sex-god or whatnot. His voice was drowned out by the guitar and bass, but you heard it and it was fuzzy and my skin was all hot. Sai's hand was on the back of my neck and he pulled my ear to his lips and says, "Naruto, come with me, let's fuck."

I looked at him and laughed it off, waved away his offer and looked up at this singer to find his eyes locked on mine. Black, like, blackblack, not dark brown- but fucking black. I swallowed and felt those warm waves in my abs and my mind stood still.

They played three more songs and took a break, so I lit up another square and Ino went to look for some molly. It was the 90's, a Saturday night, dark and perfect and I was just so happy. I looked at the stage where the man had been, and imagined him. He had to be 20 or some shit, but I decided right then that I was going to worship him.

So, Ino comes back with the world's biggest fucking smile on her face and drags me into some corridor, chops up the shit on her mirror with her school ID. Two lines each, and I was tripping balls within an hour. The show was ending, and people were clearing out, me and her just sat against a wall with a square feeling each others' hair. Ino couldn't stop laughing and I had the biggest shiteating grin on my fucking face.

Then he came up to me.

"How old are you?" says that voice, deeper than mine, smoother than mine, so much fucking sexier than mine. I look up to see him and know I'm hallucinating- I have to be.

"Uhh, nineteen?" I say.

"No fucking way, you're fucking twelve or some shit." he snipes, giving Ino the most disgusted look in the history of...uh...disgusting looks. Ino is just laughing still, rubbing her hands and I feel another wave about to hit me.

"Your show blew my brains, man," I blurt, smiling, and he raises an eyebrow and pops a squat next to us. He pulled out a joint and lit up, passing it to me.

"My name's Sasuke," he says, and that's it. I tell him mine, and look at his face. . It was like a statue or a painting or something, but it was so melancholy in that I-don't-know-what-I-even-mean kinda way.

He looks down at Little 'Ruto and smirks, taking a swig of some ale.

"I'm rolling, bro, leave me alone," I say,still smiling awkwardly. He puts his hand on the back of my neck, right where Sai had, but this time it burned and sparked and made my mouth and my dick fuckin' wet and oh God he was fucking kissing me and oh GodohGod this molly was amazing.

Less than a second later, we were in the bathroom. I didn't know what happened to Ino and I didn't fucking care. He propped me up against the sink and slid his hands on my ass and started biting and sucking my neck and I wrapped my arms around his neck and oh shit this was too perfect. He pulled his shirt off, unzipped my pants and the rest is history.

yay - cocaine

camel - a brand of cigarettes

spliff - a marijuana cigarette mixed with tobacco

square - a cigarette

molly - MDMA, which is a more intense, purer form of ecstasy (another type of club drug)

joint - marijuana cigarette (sans the tobacco)

rolling - the phrase used to describe someone who is high off of molly or ecstasy