20 years and kicking hard hardly kicking
With each day it's becoming more and more difficult to recall how I was a couple years back. And 20 years to a day? I was there, I should remember, but it's me trying to convince myself I do. I don't and it will all keep slipping away.
But I can look up what I listened to back then. And then I remember. Not everything obviously but some portions of it, yeah. What my fixations were. Whom I fancied. Whose guts I hated. What I did right (not much) and when I was dead wrong (mostly). Shots taken and missed, and many more regretfully not taken. I remember that, right. Enough to make me think I'd put my foot in my ass if I met a version of myself from twenty years back.
Meh.
Thanks, last.fm, here's to another twentysomething, fingers crossed! Never thought I'd live to tell the tale. And even if I've got less and less to tell, tracks keep spinning.
And do yourself a favor if you please. Don't play that "Mixtape" video game, no. Came for the soundtrack, left with them feels. :')