I got in the car, and slid in the CD that was hanging out of the dash. As we screeched out of the parking lot, the guitars kicked in, Evan Dando’s voice came pouring out of the speakers, and my life changed ever-so-slightly.
I didn’t realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry. Unfortunately for me, when The Smiths were in their heyday, I wasn’t quite old enough to have known who they were. Fast forward a few years, though, and I was having a fairly normal high-school existence, with just enough suburban ennui that the dramatic lyrics (and … Read more