…until you get old, right?
I was browsing over on The Huffington Post when I came across this story about Kurt Cobain. He died 17 years ago today. Wow. I remember the MTV News Break announcing his suicide. I was 10 years old.
He was 27 and married with an infant when he took his own life. It was so very sad. So tragic. I used to wish I lived in Seattle or was friends with Angela on “My So-Called Life” just so I could hang out with Jared Leto. I loved the idea of grungy boys wearing ripped sweaters wailing on their guitars. Some things never change.
Vividly remembering something that happened 17 years ago makes me feel old. I was old enough to understand what was going on, know Nirvana’s music, and have an opinion, albeit a less informed one. Wow. I’m 27. Some days it sounds scary to say that.
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