I read a post on a blog last night that had the video for Faith No More’s Falling To Pieces video embedded in it.
Quite stupidly I clicked on the play button and was immediately thrust back to my rebellious youth – my awkward teenage years behind me, I had it all… I was 19 years old. In ’89 I had the hottest girlfriend on the planet (think Ginger Lynn at 21 – only pretty), a great job, later I was actually maintaining passing grades in college, and hadn’t spun out – yet… Life was awesome.
So anyway I’m listening to Falling To Pieces on youtube – on my phone, while flipping to iTunes and spending a small fortune on Faith No More albums with all of that awesomeness that was my 19th year above grass flooding in… My poor daughter didn’t know what to think – as she’s watching Sponge Bob and begging me to turn it down.
can’t find found the post with help – even though I commented on it – and I know I follow your blog… Just wanted to say THANKS!
For those who require clarification (and sure as shit stinks, you’re out there): My wife is now, and has been for more than 17 years, the only woman in my world.