Look, Steven, I’m as surprised as you are that I’m writing about you now. There were a LOT of good albums this year, many of which I now listen to more than I listen to Years of Refusal. And I’ve already covered a lot of…
I spent a lot of my senior year in high school hanging out with my two gay friends. No, I don’t mean “two of my gay friends.” As I’ve covered in the entries from those years, prior to college and the internet, that aspect of…
Toward the end of 1995, it suddenly hit me that I would probably never see her again. She was spending the next semester at another school, studying poetry under a mentor in the land of cows and sorority blondes and Amish people, and I would…
In 1994, I met the love of my life. She says she knew it right away. It took me a bit longer, but I’ve always been a bit slow on the uptake when it comes to stuff like that. She was this quiet girl dressed…
I moved out of the house in 1992 and started college. I came home for a total of two summers after that, one after my freshman year and one after my senior year, but otherwise that was pretty much it for living at home. One…