August 1993.

I was working on a mullet.

Jean shorts were actually cool.

I thought that t-shirt was cool.

Right above my head I’d hung a poster of Amy Grant.

I’d never been to a movie theater.

Or heard of Bob Dylan…

But don’t you worry… two months later I dyed my hair black and started wearing combat boots.

When I went home for fall break, my father asked me if I was taking drugs.

And then he cried.