5 Years Later
*This is Big Mike's smoooth ride, so don't you dare touch that dial* blared the radio in background, all but forgotten. "Brooooo this road trip is so sweet!" Exclaimed Kinc. "Yahh dude, it's like, totally wicked!" Agreed his best friend, Men DacBonald-Darnes, "I can't believe Pelvic Thunder is coming to Road Island!" "I know right, it's effin' awesome! Hey Men, can we stop for a minute? I gotta drain the dragon." "Er... yeah, whatever." Consented Menjamin. Shortly thereafter, they arrived at an Esso gas station, and, Menjamin let Kinc out so he could relieve himself. As soon as Kinc was out of the van, Men began to consider his situation. "You know, I could leave this Kinc loser behind. I could drive away right now. Nothing would happen. Poppycock, he's back." After several hours of, uh, 'quality time' together, they arrived at their destination: The Roger's Center. This was to be the greatest night of their lives. They had smuggled in their favourite gluten-free snacks, as well as some candy cigarettes, as they weren't sure if they were allowed inside the concert or not. As they sauntered up to the admission gate, they pulled out the tickets and tried to calm their nerves. Kinc's platinum blond hair began to bounce up an down in concert with his now-banging head, as he started to head bang to Pelvic Thunder's newest hit song "Ode to Lusty Walrus." He was entranced by the wailing vocals of the band's new lead singer, Macob Jaxwell, and the gut-busting abilities of both Triple N, the band's lead guitarist, and Nosh Joble, their lead euphonist. Individually, the members were all masters of their craft, but when they came together they were and unstoppable force of musical genius. The unbelievably tasty riffs of Triple N, combined with the angelic cacophony that are the vocals of Macob Jaxwell, and the otherworldly dexterity of Nosh, all combined to create a sound so pure it could only be described by one phrase: pelvic metal. It was a sound all their own, and though many had tried, no one had been able to recreate it. It was for this reason that Kinc and Men could barely contain themselves. Both Men and Kinc's flowing blond mane were bouncing up and down haphazardly as they finally made it to the gate. There, they met a big man whose name tag announced him as 'Big Bubba'. He moved his considerable bulk into the path of both Men and Kinc, and, in a voice so deep it sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well, simply said "Tickets, please."
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Kinc
Chick-LitKinc never had any luck with girls - not until he moved to Road Island, anyway. He had always been seen as pimply, blonde, kind of like a white Steve Urkel - except more dumb. He was also much creepier, and liked to go after his cousins. He's the re...
