Hey, how about we pretend it’s 2002 and we’ve just discovered Screaming Infidelities, which we will listen to 2343245235232354 times and a few times more after that? Yea? Let’s do this!
Embarrassingly I remember a 17 year old me with long hair, ten different bracelets made of yarn on each wrist, and no underwear screaming this song with Chris Carrabba during at least two Dashboard Confessional concerts.
Bobby, I’m pretty sure you were right beside me.
DAMMIT FRED! Thanks for outing me via Tumblr. But yes, I was there for both them. Shit.
