I remember a Saturday back in '91 when I had just woken up at my Dad's place. I, with my PJs on dashed downstairs and excitedly turned on MTV and smelled teen spirit for the first time....
Fifteen years past his death, I wonder where'd we'd be with him and where we'd have been without him. I guess the point though is really that we had him at all.
Fifteen years past his death, I wonder where'd we'd be with him and where we'd have been without him. I guess the point though is really that we had him at all.
that is totally one of those things
where I won't remember exactly where
I was...but...I remember how I felt.
As many times as you can look back
at your teen years and
do the head slap for being so stupid, emo, whatever
this wasn't one, for me.
I had a falling out with one of my best friends
and we called each other to be consoled.
We made up and kind of
grieved.
Crazy to think how someone
you never met
affects you so much.
Your last point is so poignant...
word.
-D