Ten years ago this week, Jake had a weird sort of double date. He and his brother were going out with some girl the brother had met at Kinko's, and the Kinko's girl's girlfriend. Just to hang out or something. I can't remember where they were going to go or what they were going to do.
Unfortunately, the girlfriend had to bail because her brother unexpectedly died, and she had to attend the funeral. It was an apparent suicide. So, Jake never met the Kinko's girl or her girlfriend.
Ten years ago this week.
The girlfriend of the Kinko's girl was Kim Cobain, Kurt Cobain's sister.
Ten years ago this week, there was a two inch side-panel column in the Binghamton newspaper, in the Living section, just to add a bit of twisted irony. It said that Kurt Cobain had died. That was pretty much it. So, I went downstairs to the basement and put my Nirvana tape in my crappy old stereo, and played it as loud as I could, and bounced ferociously on the crappy old trampoline we had down there.
My parents came down to see what was the matter. I said: "nothing."
That was ten years ago this week.
I can't really sentimentalize too much. I'm not feeling sentimental. I really liked Nirvana's music. I still really like a lot of it. It wasn't genius, but it did make me feel things. I guess I just feel weird today. It's been ten years.
That's all.
~Helena*
"...And I swear that I don't have a gun..."