Twenty years. Two motherfucking decades.
It’s hard to get my head around the fact I have spunked a fifth of a century up against the wall of the universe since freaking out to Nirvana Nevermind for the first time as a geeky thir-teen.
Twenty is a circular number (well it’s got a zero in it and a two is pretty curly so bear with me).
In the 20 years since Nevermind, my tastes and life have come full circle.