When I was a kid, I loved the Sex Pistols. They were everything that was cool for me. My taste for that sort of thing has waned over the years, but they held a place in my mind of youthful rebellion and protest. And then I ran across Johnny Rotten on Judge Judy. I have no comment.
Take a look here and you can almost hear my youthful identity shatter in the background.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
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