kalabokis

Kalabokis showed up at the gig and played for three hours straight. No one left. Even the pizza got tired.

I asked him to stop playing. He said, 'You’re just jealous I don’t smell like your mom’s old sock drawer.'

He tried to play in the shower. The water turned brown. It was glorious.

Kalabokis told my dad he was ‘a washed-up rockstar who couldn’t even sing.’ My dad cried. Then he sang.

He started a fight at the grocery store over who had the better drum set.

He texted me: 'You’re just a backup singer. I’m the lead. I’m also the drummer. And I own the pizza.'

Kalabokis screamed so loud during the concert, the neighbors called the police. They showed up with pizza.

He tried to play in the shower again. The drain clogged. It was a disaster.

He told me, 'If you don’t play like your life depends on it, I’ll throw your pizza in the trash.'