"dude, have you ever seen a coin like this before?"

grohl stopped in his tracks, perplexed by a shiny quarter held between his thumb and index finger.

"i flipped it, and it landed on heads. then i flipped it again, and... heads, again. i've flipped it dozens of times, and it keeps coming up heads. i bet if i flip it a hundred more times it'll just keep landing on heads."

i was dumbfounded. grohl was on to something.

"lets just take a few minutes and keep flipping it, i need to see what happens. you don't mind, do you?"

of course i didn't. we stayed there for what turned out to be hours- the sun set, the streets emptied. it was just grohl and i, flippin' that thing into the lonely hours of the night. heads, every single time. eventually grohl decided that enough was enough.

"i'm gonna get going, bro. this quarter is freakin' me out, you better take it."

he flipped it to me as he walked away, a high arc that landed in the palm of my right hand. i glanced at it.

tails.