I recently took this death metal pop pink skater classic (released in ’99, if you can believe it!) for a virginal turn on the shit spinner.

I love this one. It’s reminiscent of college in the early 00’s and a boy who had a big bushy afro and rode a big downhill bike to class. He could take it off sweet jumps and do some rad tricks. We ate pizza together and watched CKY videos. It was fitting this was on the playlist, too.

We met in Freshman Composition. It was a night class, once per week, and taught by a really cool German lady whose husband coached our football team. I looked forward to that class every week, and not just because I liked the instructor or the content. Although both were true.

I wore this CD out around that time. Some people consider HIM to be Bam Margera trash and well, that’s fine. It’s polished and dark with bloody pop-pink undertones. The sound is heavy enough to sound edgy yet portable to carry around in the soundwaves between your ears. Any doom discerned is accessible and relatable.

Anyway, sometimes I wonder what happened to that dude from English class.