I remember the first time I heard Nirvana’s genre-defining album Nevermind. A friend and I had skipped class during what would become my first of two senior years (due to a school transfer later that year).
We were parked in front of the music store, she in the passenger seat, a surfer girl with a nose ring and a tattoo, which wasn’t altogether common for high school girls in those days, this being before grunge really became a thing and Goth’s ascendancy was a thing of the past.
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