I just noticed that Kurt Donald Cobain would have been 41 this year. Imagine that. He was just about a year younger than I.
I've noted elsewhere that we are about the same age, both from similar backgrounds, raised by divorced hippies in that time and on the West Coast; the time and place where the smell of the Scene was at its thickest and most choking. We were born in the Time After the End.
I know how you felt buddy. I really do.
I wish someone could have told Kurt that there was no point in getting too worked up about the world and its stupid pointlessnes. Nihilism is all that's left in the Time After; it's going to get you no matter where you run.
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