Everyone constructs a personal narrative to romanticize their emotional connection to a song or artist.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Born Ruffians: This Sentence Will Ruin/Save Your Life
The night I finished grad school, it was about 15 degrees out. I think I was drunk before my last class. I was certainly drunk after my last class. I decided to walk from Central Square to Davis Square for reasons that are hazy to me right now. According to this link, it would have taken about an hour. So goddamn cold. I listened to this song on repeat the whole way. Somewhere in the mighty Midwest, Ryan Ahern gasps once again.
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