This is the book and you are thinking about The Rolling Stones. The Rolling Stones are playing in the mind of the character in the book and it doesn't cost a thing to replicate. You could be the man in the book if you go illegally download some Rolling Stones, some hot Rolling Stones music. Try it. Or you can just imagine them playing in the character's mind. There's no copyright in these spaces and that is how it should be, Janet thought. The radio is smooth as shit. She slowly removes the pen from her pet rabbit's throat and wipes the blood off on the book. She comes in colors everywhere. She combs her hair. I can't say I know what made her done it but that rabbit was a real prick, to be quite honest with you. Had a real stupid rabbit face and everything. Good riddance, I say.