Every once in a while, if the situation lines up, I’ll go to my parents’ house and do free laundry. The life of a mooch is pretty swell. But last time I was there, I was looking through the closet of my former bedroom for no particular reason, and I unearthed a HEFTY dose of skeletons.
I’ve come to face facts about my past. I was a huge piece of shit. I went to high school from 1998-2002, and I fell victim to what were possibly the worst genres of music during the worst era of music in the history of music. When I went to college I slowly abandoned all this shit and got really into classic rock, and in recent years I’ve explored better genres as well. My palate has improved. But, holy fuck, this list makes me want to build a time machine and murder my younger self.
I don’t even fully remember listening to a lot of this stuff. And I certainly don’t remember going out of my way and purchasing them. But it’s fairly obvious why I didn’t get laid in high school. So let’s all join hands and explore the awful, teen-angst lifestyle of late-90s/early 2000s Scott.