Running Backwards Through the Market/ Kids in Conshy

A Marah Memoir/ Part 2

Rock and roll doesn't necessarily mean a band. It doesn't mean a singer, and it doesn't mean a lyric, really. It's that question of trying to be immortal.

Malcolm McLaren

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Mid-1980’s. Conshohocken, Pa.

On summer mornings, me and my little brother Dave would eat our Frosted Flakes in front of the big ground model TV parked on our living room floor. Th…