Here's what happened in the dream.
A promoter put on a concert to celebrate the 13th anniversary of L.A. punk. He rented a soccer stadium in El Segundo, and the event was a huge success.
(Members of) The Dirts, The Bugs and The Pills headlined. Youths who were 6 in 1977 bought motorcycle jackets from thrift stores. Rich parents bought their kids designer motorcycle jackets. Leather leisure jackets of dead Armenians also sold. Fans cut their hair with kitchen shears and sliced up old T-shirts. Safety pins.
Rufo wanted to have sex with a punk girl but could not afford a ticket. He bought a 12-pack of PBR and put the cans on ice in a dish tub. Locating a paper cap from when he worked at McDonald's, he turned it inside out, added chinos and a white shirt, and walked through the stadium gates.
Rufo sold 11 Pabsts in five minutes and stuck the 12th beer in his pocket to stroll around the crowded stadium as the bands played. The Bugs were good, but they sounded like progressive rock. The Pills featured only the original drummer and a string quartet.
A smiling man with crooked teeth hunched behind a stanchion, his back toward the stage, a VIP lanyard around his neck. Rufo recognized him as Bat, the guitarist of The Dirts.
"Bat Dirt!" said Rufo. "Shouldn't you be tuning up?"
"They're playing without me, I don't know why." Bat tugged at the lanyard. "They got me in free, though."
Rufo gave his last beer to Bat, who grinned and introduced him to a chubby woman in a faded black sweatshirt. She led Rufo into a women's bathroom, where they had sex in a stall. It was awkward, not like in the movies.
Six days later, Rufo had pain while urinating.
The end.