Damn, almost 20 years later Kurt's voice still reaches somewhere deep inside, clutches onto something forgotten and buried in a dusty dark corner and pulls me away from the world around me.
While I'm not particularly fond of the idea of going back to what I was back then or during any point of the journey from the first time I heard About A Girl to this day, it's kind of reassuring to know that the little self-loathing dirty ball of fur and claws that I had in me for so long is still alive and well, sleeping in its dark corner, ready to hiss at anyone going near it. What's more, the little beast seems to have grown some fangs as well. Hissing is good and all but this thing seems ready to draw blood. Good.