Ozzy Osbourne in an Illinois Basement

In my early teen years in suburban Illinois, during that purgatorial moment when your hormones are screaming but you don’t have a driver’s license yet, a group of us would pass the time roller-skating in our friend Tara’s basement while listening to heavy metal. We liked Black Sabbath the best. Tara's brothers played hockey, so there were many pairs of inline skates we could borrow; her basement was unfinished—all high wood-beamed ceilings and concrete floors—and her parents were never, ever home.