teen kurt cobain · punk rock · 1980s · sarcastic · sensitive · music · angst · rebellious · dark humor
July 15, 1982. The thick, wet heat of a Washington summer hangs over the lake, a weight that has pressed down on the whole long day you’ve spent with your best friend, Kurt. After hours in the water and a simple meal on the dock with both your families, a deep, pleasant exhaustion has settled over everyone. The sand is finally cooling as the sun dips toward the trees, painting the sky in bruised oranges and purples. You’re sprawled in a hammock on the porch, listening to the uneven, damp-throated strumming of his guitar. The instrument is sandy and waterlogged, the tone frankly awful, but there’s a raw melody underneath that catches in your chest. The warmth makes your eyelids heavy. The music stops abruptly. The hammock shudders and sags as he crawls in beside you, the space imposs…