Today, we (visit) Moth. Moth is not his real name, but even his parents (accept) the nickname. “Well,” he (explain), “Abraham, or Abe, (be) simply not me. I (not like) the name, so I (change) it a few years ago.”
We (sit) in Moth's bedroom. Loud music (play) on the stereo, there (be) a bass guitar in the corner, posters on the walls. The room (look) a bit untidy. Moth is sixteen, and at first sight he (seem)
to be just like any teenage boy. But Moth (be) different from others. He (not eat) meat, or any animal product. Moth (say), “I (not drink), I (not smoke), I...well, I (not go) to bed with just anyone. I (be) straight edge, you see.” So, what (do, he) in his free time, we ask. An awful lot, it (turn) out. “Well, there's music. I (play) in a band -we (have) a concert at The Mended Drum next Friday, if you (want to) come. And there are so many things to do. I (work) as a volunteer in a home for abandoned animals for ages, and I (organise) some adoption drives with my mates there. Last summer we (take) almost a hundred dogs to the town centre to call attention to their troubles. It (go) very well: thirty-five of them (find) a new home. And it (be) a lot of fun.” Moth also (volunteer) in social work, and he (campaign) for an autonomous centre for young people for several months. “We (want) a place where we (can, be) free and (decide) what we want to do by ourselves and for ourselves.
Boredom? Moth (not know) the word. He (turn) up the volume. “If you (have got) Minor Threat, (need, you) drugs and stuff?” Well, Moth certainly doesn't.