Anthrax!

There was a fucking band, "back in the day" as her generation would say!

They were still going now, but they weren't the same. Nothing was the same anymore. Back in the '90s Stevie had many a fucking good time, and many a raw fucking, to that band's barrage of thrashing drums and eardrum ripping guitars.

Even just being invited to see the tribute band by her son had her giddy with excitement. A week in advance before the gig at Stairway to Hell - one of the last remaining old-school rock and metal clubs around - and Stevie was dragging out all of the old vinyls.

He had...