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Stubby Boardman and the Hobgoblins (hobgoblinrock) wrote in lockewood,

“Can’t count the number’a time I woken up in a strange bed surrounded by you lot.” He gestured to her again and it wasn’t at all clear whether he was referring to the number of times he’d woken up surrounded by breasts, women, or healers. With Stubby though, all three were certainly real possibilities.

As far as troubled, low-class, anarchy-supporting angry performers, Stubby was about as authentic as they come, with all the anti-establishment anthems and drug-induced tantrums to back it up. He did not live how people were meant to and he didn’t set a good example and in a way—that was the reason he was so popular, he was so different from everything that had come before.

“Respectable job, ya got.” That, at least, clarified what he was probably talking about earlier. “Do you get a lot of work here? Lot a’accidents or?”