summer of grunge When grunge kids, like my friends, drown in the apathetic days of summer and there's nothing better to do than torture the kitty, there is no dark cloud shed upon us. So drunk on indifference that even the Mario Parties, and loose episodes of Mr. Show begun to lag on. With many accustomed duties such as playing guitar or finding a new way to degrade oneself (which is always held in high regard), the best thing to do is throw on your best Sunday dress, whether a boy or girl, and jump in the swimming pool of euphoria. Regardless of whether it was night or day, hot or cold, we'd celebrate the renaissance spirit of friendship. From time to time we'd sunbathe in the darkness with just a hint of salt to soothe the wounds on our broken wings. Hands so weak and weary of the world's daily chores, certifying our readiness to kick back and take a 5-man shower while chanting Pixies tunes till the cows came home. Just being able to inhale the kinship, the heartfelt world you only know when you're with your friends is enough to heal the loneliness when you catch yourself sulking in the sun. *back*