I don’t care. This song makes me wish I was 13 and collecting rave flyers again. Standing at misty bus stops listening to house mixtapes on my walkman, waiting for the bus back to Marin after spending the afternoon wandering up and down the Haight, getting lost, trying to get into trouble, fortunately staying out of it, and really wishing I was older so I could be cooler. Now I’m older and definitely not any cooler. Sigh. The grass is always greener, isn’t it?
“Hot Fuzz,” Danny Byrd, 2010
Posted on Thursday February 3rd
