i feel the same.

i was 16 when this record came out. i remember speeding around my small town in the dead of night in the car of my first friend who could drive. full of rage and frustration and love and nostalgia. feeling simultaneously like the center of the universe and less than nothing. about a decade later i remember walking around my college town listening to the entire record on headphones, feeling those same things. last month, at 41, i did the same thing. I FEEL THE SAME. when this album came out, my hyper-inflated sense of self-awareness told me i loved it because i was sixteen. now i know better. it wasn’t because i was sixteen.