When: May 2005
Where: Sierra Madre Villa Station
Who: My mother
Weather: Warm, clear
AKA “Pain: the sequel”
It was the last real day of school, and for some reason or another I had to carry a ton of weight in my backpack, which already weighed in at 25 pounds. I was dying walking down the block, having begged my mother to pick me up. There she was, and when I got in the car this song was on. Who were these guys, I wondered. I would learn to hate this song.
Next: Reluctantly crouched at the starting line…