Sometimes I think that this song (and a few tremendous people) are all that got me through the last five years. I’d turn this song up as loud as my car speakers would allow and basically just dare the universe to throw me another monster obstacle or crisis, because, you know…”I used to go with the wrench. ‘Cause fuck him, that’s why.” And yeah, maybe there was a little bit of quit in me that was ready for all this nonsense to be done, and I would fantasize a bit about the sweet release o’ the proverbial. At every occasion I’ll be ready for the funeral.
And then there was a funeral. And I wasn’t fucking ready.