As a young angsty teenager my family took me to New York City. 

My dad had been made redundant and soon my ooded brother and I would leave home so they decided to go all out and take a trip to the big apple. 

Of course we went up the tallest building around, WTC2.

Later that day I wandered into a record store and bought the coolest looking album I saw.

Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness.

It was July 2001.

A little over a month later, well, you know history. Infinite sadness. But I fell in love with the album, and my special American edition.