“23 Years ago, a boy wrecked his life.” That’s the fundamental fear of a boy, maybe all boys? I should have asked that girl over in the corner to dance with me. “Maybe you was the one I should have holded on to.” Paul Westerberg was born the same year as me. He sure knows how to put a voice to feelings I wish I could identify with. 23 years ago we were 25 years old. My ass was somewhere I don’t know where, those lost years. The song makes me pine for those years I can’t quite grasp.
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