I remember coming home from high school, putting on MTV (when they still played music) and watching Kurt Loder announce that Kurt Cobain was found dead of an apparent, self-inflicted shotgun wound. Has it really been 20+ years? I remember being all grungy, wearing plaid shirts and JNCO jeans – way before the population of hipsters in Williamsburg did (well, the plaid shirt part, at least)….now I can’t even wear that without someone thinking that I’m a hipster (how dare you), fuck you very much! – when Nevermind came out. I even started putting cream under my eyes from the apparent crow’s feet that instantaneously showed up. Well, if waking up without any sore joints today was a good feeling, all I had to do was read a headline about the baby that adorned Nirvana‘s Nevermind album turned 22 years old, to make me feel the affects of dementia, arthritis, menopause (wait, I’m a man) and other old people ailments.
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