Olympia, WA. 1993.

You were bored out of your mind, not knowing what to do with yourself as you sat in your house. Yo-yo could read! You weren’t gonna sit and do that.

It was the middle of the summer, and you had nothing to do to kill the time. So you called your friends. They were busy. Busy hanging out without you. You called to see if your record spot was open. They were closed. So you called the only other person you could think of.

About thirty minutes later, you and Kurt were walking on the beach, with your sandals off and talking about random shit. Kurt had been your friend since whenever, so you knew he wouldn’t let you down.