I'm in a rather grungy mood today. When I get this melancholic, I put on music that takes me back, back to riding in the back of a friend's pick-up truck, smoking menthol cigarettes, bare feet, nothing on my brain besides finding the next party, having a good time, and not getting caught. 1995. Flannel shirts and Stone Temple Pilots. Docs, Boone's Farm, and torn jeans. I didn't realize how good they were until they were gone.