Happy Birthday Kurt Cobain.

“Faster, Thom, faster!!” shouted the girl on the back of my bike.

We were 14 years old and she had a summer dress and sunglasses on. Quite the summer picture. In her case anyway. I on the other hand was on the verge of a stroke, face the colour of a lobster and embarrassingly sporting the best part of an erection due to breasts being intermittently pressed against my youthful chubby back.

That evening we sat by the river in the moonlight listening to Nirvana’s In Utero.

This being Mr. Cobain’s birthday, I thought I’d share this moment as it was poignant for two reasons.

Firstly, it was a beautiful moment. Second, it was the night I realized I was killer on a rope swing.

Had I spent more time wooing my inamorata and less time shouting “and this move is called the super schlub! Hello? Hello?! At least leave the hobnobs!” then I might have gotten that handjob I had been praying for to the good Lord above since puberty. Ah, youth.

Happy Birthday Kurt Cobain.

Much Love

T x

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s