"Yeah," Staas said quietly. "Sorry about your mom and stuff. I know it wasn't easy, but you guys did all right. Ori is lucky to have you."
He paused for a moment, out of deference to the subject matter, but then he grinned, shaking his head. "Man, your autobiography is going to be lame," he said, drawing out the last word teasingly. "Especially compared to mine, which will be filled with sex, drugs, and rock and roll." He did a weird little seated pelvic thrust, which could have been representative of the sex or the rock and roll. He wasn't really sure himself.
"All those cliches, like doing blow off of girls' asses? Totally done them. Man, you would not believe how easily girls would give it up for guys in a band that never even made it big. Fucking groupies, dude. I loved it."