“Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere” meant something specific for Young, in a strange city where the weather never changes, dreaming of a bit of a breeze that never seemed to come.
Ad-Rock screams into my ears, penetrating my muscles, compelling me to play the notes with precision. Kunal's on the drums, locked in a trance that makes his hands a blur. The energy radiating from the giant speaker next to me threatens to knock me off my feet.
The score thumps: a primal leg stomp, like a slowing heartbeat. A friend reaches over and places two comforting hands on my shoulders, as if the movie is a projection of what’s going on in my head.
See, this way, I can prove I’m smart — an urgent need as I continue to fail spectacularly in French or algebra. I can prove it, in particular, to my Dad. Beat him at his own game, make him proud — it’s flawless logic, no?
This isn’t a vault job. I don’t have to scale the fortress walls or suspend myself from the ceiling. I simply stroll into the computer lab.
Spike is my greatest weakness. He's my fandom and first fictional boyfriend. He also paved the way for all of the blonde, blue-eyed boyfriends I would ever have.
I wake up every day and feel the piece of me that's marked 'where I came from' ...
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