What moment in your life can you look at and say,
“That’s when everything changed”?
Dedicated to Neil Young
By Joshua Bertetta
On the day when I can say “that’s when everything changed,” my best friends—my little razor blades—sat tucked away in my suitcase nestled under my stacks of black shirts, black death metal shirts, shirts with names of bands like Dismember, Grave, Obituary, and Cannibal Corpse. I can’t remember whether I brought my pints of vodka. I don’t think I did. But it didn’t matter, see, for I knew the liquor cabinet in our mountain cabin was stocked full of booze.
If this passing image doesn’t paint an accurate enough picture of who I was the day I can say “that’s when everything changed,” at home I had a chest of drawers topped with a bookshelf. On said chest of drawers I kept two black candles on either side of…
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