The suburban loser is packing guitar equipment into his Escalade. It's his eldest son’s band's first gig at a legion hall, and he wants to know if the suburban loser can drop him off down the block, he can carry it himself. But the suburban loser drives him right up to the front door. He sees an older kid smoking a cigarette by the entrance and asks if he can help bring this shit inside. It belongs to his eldest son. He plays guitar in the opening band tonight. The older kid has long black hair and is wearing canvas shoes with holes in them. This must be what his eldest son wants to look like, but when the suburban loser turns around to ask him, he’s nowhere to be seen, almost as if he ran away.