Joey the Microphone
An electric piece of sound engineering equipment, no? That is what Joey is, nothing but a cheap and lousy object of another human's manifestation. Also whales. Whales record albums, as well. Joey may seem inconsequential at the time but, how all stories follow a certain precedent, events change. People live, others die, climax. Here's Joey's story...
Fast Times At Radio Shack High[edit | edit source]
Joey was but a small piece of engineering in the old days, but now he was "retro." All the Hipsters and wanted him to make themselves feel important.
Life[edit | edit source]
Joey the microphone toured with all of the best bands and all of the best musicians. Still, his life meant little to nothing because he wasn't the one performing the music. He was just there. Sitting atop his throne of a microphone stand. The spittle of great musicians filled every crevasse he had. The sweaty hands of every heroin-addicted roadie greased up his edges. There was nothing for him to do but exist. To work. He propelled the sound into the ears of tons of screaming teens and middle-aged me trying to recapture their youth.
Death[edit | edit source]
“Shit, I dropped that microphone. Just grab another one.”