pam’s on his shoulders.  pam’s always on his shoulders!  pam’s place, after his hardest songs, is pretty much  –  by default  –  On His Shoulders.  having one arm out of the equation doesn’t buckle his ability to hoist her up and carry her out of the audience, or to roll her into his elbow when he sets her back down on top of his amp behind the curtain;  the rest of the party’s gonna come flooding backstage any second, now, he knows, and they’re gonna come with more weed and coke and scantily clad girls than  anyone’d  care to handle.

they’ve got a minute, though, just him and her, to themselves.  gren moves quiet and gren moves quick.  crushes her to his chest in a hug.  rocks her.

   “ now  -  don’t overdo it, kid. ”

   “ i’d hate t’ have t’  carry you out  again. ”