Arden gets introduced to Rock 'n Roll
Chapter 17 World of Hurt by Richard J.Pietschmann is filled with surprises....in the 1960's....
.... a crowd outside the Whisky that they met a wild-eyed kid with a strange magnetism, unkempt thick dark hair and leather pants in the summer heat. Scribbled pages poked out of a pocket and an open beer bottle protruded from another. His unfocused gaze looked somewhere only he could see. One arm was around a girl who looked no older than 16. She held him, probably helping him stay upright.
Arden walked up to them.
“Hi, I’m Arden,” he said.
The kid turned his head toward Arden, but his distant stare looked past his shoulder.
Arden pulled Herbert forward.
“This is Herbert.”
“Mr. Mojo Risin,” the guy said.
The name rumbled up from inside his chest in a theatrical flourish.
Arden said, "Unusual name.”
“It’s an anagram,” Mojo said.
“Hi, I’m Pamela,” the girl said.
Pamela giggled and tugged Mojo closer.
Mojo closed one eye and looked at them.
“You’re not idle youth.”
Arden said, “Why do you say that?”
Mojo said, “You don’t belong.”
Arden nodded.
“We’re Mormon.”
Mojo forced himself to focus on Arden.
“Mormons,” he said. “Mormons on Sunset Strip.”
He shook his head slowly.
“Life is a farce we are forced to endure.”
Herbert looked stricken.
“This is the Lord’s paradise.”
