In the summer of 1995
Posted in nostalgia on Aug 11th, 2009
I was, as my dad puts it, “wound up like an 8-day clock.” I felt like a can of cheap beer at a party, all shook up and ready to explode sparkling fizz all over the place. The Violent Femmes’ “Blister In The Sun” echoed in my head as I bounced around like a superball, […]