Candid

Just a couple of punk-ass kids from Brooklyn with their heads hung low and the world rushing past them: stuck in time. Seeing it all at once, but so slowly. These kids had no idea where they'd end up. They had no idea how much they'd change the world one day.

Cindy: front man and guitarist; the fiery blond bombshell who got a little too friendly with people all too quickly.

Lynn: bass; tough as nails, and darker than the oil-stained asphalt at Sal's auto shop but as graceful as a rose.

Danny: drums; she bites, but in the kinky way. She's got one hell of a mouth on her and never stands down.

Tucker: lead guitar; that's not even his real name, but he is a sex god and is never caught without the stench of weed vaguely in the air.

Separately they were all bad asses, but in their combined presence, it was impossible not to stare. At least for me, Lena, the lame younger sister to the sexy lesbian lead singer. They were the kids teachers would scowl at, and strangers would look away from. They looked like they could raise some real hell but if you got to know them they were all really sweet and they all had their own story. Everyone does, even me.

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