Rick-rolling Nirvana.

Drove home from Marlboro, NY, today w. the missus.  We discussed fashion.  I remember that I thought my Notre Dame boxershorts looked sensational hanging out beneath my Umbros.  It was 1992.  I also remember hearing this song for the first time in the wrestlers’ locker room.  I said, “What is that?”  Another boy said, “It’s called ‘Nirvana,’ and everything will be different now.” I really do remember that.  Meanwhile, this masho coulda been massive.  Oh Oh, a skunk just ran nearly up to my feet as I type this on the front porch at ass of the morning.  Then he saw me and bolted.  I think I will stay up all night because I’m so happy to be home.