Advertisements The year was 1991. I lay on the couch in a stink hole two bedroom apartment that I was renting. A person only known as Nasty Girl, flipping through channels to abate my hangover. I find MTV (which still played mostly music videos back then), close my eyes and try to sleep. Desperate Times.Continue reading “time with Eddie Vedder”
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