The Chestnut

Man: "There's no one else here but me! Hey...wait a minute! You're one er' them long hair freaks who used to party here with that trashy failure band, aint ya! 'Guardian Clown', or something, right? HAHAHA! Those yahoo's sure were in a hurry out of here, and so I got me a heck of a deal! Did you come back, looking for your pals, huh? Or you just wanna create more stains on my carpet, or toss more vodka bottles in my closet?? GET LOST, KID! There ain't no rock n' roll here no more! You want that crap, go to Hamilton or somethin!"

He slams the door in your face.

You think about his last sentiment, and look eastward in deep thought, before heading home.