Senior Year, After School

I went to a small private school and he was new senior year. His family had been perfect and all and then it basically fucked itself dry. I didn't really have anything like that going on, I just hated where I was. We ended up hanging out a lot after school, usually at my house, and listened to a lot of punk while we either did our homework or read or did nothing. I remember he would be on my bed and I would usually be on the computer. I don't think we mentioned modern music during that whole year, though logically I guess we must have. Everything was at least 10 years old, with the possible exception of the country music on the radio. We read some book that said the Dixie Chicks were the new Van Halen, because country music does everything that rock did 20 years ago but you can only really listen to country music in the car.

Obviously this is not the only Weston album we listened to. In fact, we definitely listened to "Got Beat Up" at least twice as often. But when I think about that year "Record Shop" always plays in my head. It's funny, we always agreed that "Got Beat Up" was a better album, and we didn't like "A Real-Life Story of Teenage Rebellion" much at all, but I think (or I could be making it up because of how I feel now) that we agreed that this was the best song by them. We definitely said it was the best fucking song ever, but we said that about every song except the Beatles' "Within You Without You." We listened to the Beatles a lot too. We may have liked them better, but you can't have the Beatles as part of your identity in high school because that's the kind of thing that scares the shit out of you.

He took a summer course at my college this year and he came into the classroom where I was before it started to say Hi. It was awkward and all because he had done something basically unforgivable and we don't really talk anymore, and he said "You know, we were having sex from about the first week we met, we just used music instead of our bodies." And I said how pretentious that was and that he should leave (which was totally true, he shouldn't've just come in there, I mean, it had been 5 years, what the hell) but I don't know. I don't want to say I think he was right because that would be retarded. It just annoyed me a lot less than it should've, I guess. Anyway, this is the best fucking song ever.