It. Was. Fantaz.
I worry about the weird stains on my dress. And I seem to be wearing some other fool's BO. I've seen more R-n-R in the past four months than I would have dreamed of seeing when I actually liked rock and roll.
(Wait. Did I ever like rock and roll? I remember a Beastie Boys phase in the 80s. Some country in the 1990s. Alt and college bands in the latter half of the 1990s. Minimalist vocalists in the early 2000s, Top 40 in the mid 2000s, Swedish pop duos and the Cure-influenced post-shoe gazer shoe gazers now and forever. One day in mid-June: Glo-Fi.)
Well, I know I liked "Appetite for Destruction" at some point, and still do. I also had a damn good porketta sandwich.