Good lord.

My friend Adam sent me a DVD he made out of some old home video. See, when I was 13 I was in a band. I was the drummer. Our name was Fever Pitch, for chrissakes. We played mostly covers, of crap like April Wine and Kiss, and (apparently; I had forgotten this) some metal stuff like Metallica. I could barely watch it; the music was…not good. My haircut was…worse.

I have no pictures of myself at that age; it was strange to see…me. I was strange. And awkward and shy and not as good a drummer as I thought. But then, I was 13 and still learning to play. God, it was awful and intriguing and horrible and hilarious. It made me cringe and laugh.

I shall now hurl it into the Thunder Pit.