I am so going to get hate mail or another great rock death cover-up
2002-08-09 || 12:22 p.m.

Here I sit, bored, flicking through the music channels on the TV. There is fuck all on them. Suddenly I hear the strains of a Meatloaf song.

I WANT TO BLOW MY BRAINS OUT.

I have this revelation. Picture this.

It is 1994. Kurt Cobain is chilling out after penning a few more Nirvana tracks. He settles down with a beer and the TV control.

Suddenly

Meatloaf come on ...