For ex-angsty teenagers, I guess the same elation could be traced to music.
Definitely a weird feeling, spending the last ten years following the words and melodies of these three strangely dysfunctional heroes of mine, relating only through headphones and shitty car stereos, and then by sheer luck, seeing each one of them in the span of only a few short weeks.
jesus christ, that's a pretty face
this is the last straw
plugged in and ready to fall
Jesse, I've finally forgiven you and your band for dropping off the Japan '04 world tour date.