Stukken dagboek en brieven van Kurt Cobain. Harrowing.
I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. (But my Body And mind won?t allow me to take them). I like passion. I like playing my cards wrong. I like vinyl.
Een tijdje later:
Its now just a matter of time for labels to hunt us down, now that weve promoted ourselves pretty Good by doing small remote tours. OK. enough about the band.
Ive got a janitor job working with this older guy cleaning 4 restaurants. Pays cash under the table part time.
Nog later:
As you may have guessed by now Ive been taking to a lot of drugs lately It might be time for the Betty Ford clinic or the Richard Nixon library to save me from abusing my enemic, rodent-like body any longer.
En nog wat later:
Oh Pleez GAWD I can?t handle the success! The success! And I feel so incredibly guilty! For abandoning my true commrades who were the ones who are devoted who were into us a few years ago. And in 10 years when NIRVANA becomes as memorable as Kajagoogoo that same very small percent will come to see us at reunion gigs sponsored by Depends diapers, bald fat still trying to RAWK at amusement parks. Saturdays: puppet show, rollercoaster & Nirvana …
inderdaad!