I think we should take stock and celebrate good days.

Even moments.

Saturday I was blasting Sleater-Kinney. Instead of being sad they are broken up, I grabbed my air guitar, threw my foot up on the couch like it was a Marshall and went batshit.

Hair flying all around, I know every word and note. I am playing with them and for some reason, the girls don't mind this fat kid up there rocking the fuck out with them. They enjoyed it.

In my crazy head, they screamed and yelled, "Rock, Sam. Rock.:

I did.

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Words - S