Sometimes I think back on the days when all I really worried about was where and how I was going to get enough cans of beer to last me through the weekend and I wonder if that might have been as good as it is ever going to get. It’s very depressing to think that, perhaps, I’ve already peaked. At least there are certain things that will always bring me back, no matter how annoyed I am with myself. Here is one.
There is a reason I still love heavy metal so much when most of my friends who were into it with me have outgrown it.