Chapter 2
Where were you they day Kurt Cobain's death was announced? Do you remember? If you do, good, stay with me for a while. If you don't, you're a fucking cunt. You're probably one of those assholes who jumped on the alternative band-wagon round about April '93, claiming that Nirvana, Pearl Jam and the 'Pumpkins were always your favourite, and really, you were the first to wear Rollers or Docs or whatever the fuck it was.
Drugs didn't kill Kurt. Courtney didn't kill Kurt. Fame didn't kill Kurt. What killed Kurt was when he went out to play and scream his guts our every night and the biggest roar came when he had to play "the fucking song that ruined it all". Why? 'Cos rednecked bigoted flannel-clad jocks like you had filled the audience. Dickheads, like you, who bashed him up in high school, who called him a fag; fuckwits like you who claim that joining the army is serving you country; assholes like you who pick on any single person who is just that little-bit-different, just that little-bit-more-intelligent to know that the mainstream is a fucking crock of shit, and who know that every single motherfucker who forms a part of that mainstream is just another wanker in a fucked up crowd. Got it?
How do I know? Because two nights after that eerie moment when I woke up one Saturday morning at 6 AM and heard those evil fucking words, words that sent me to bed for four days and made me not want to hear a thing, see a thing and, more than ever, made me never want to listen to another note of music from that time on because there was never going to be any more music; two nights after those words, some cunt who had the audacity to call himself a friend decided to try to "help"me by coming round, sitting on the end of my bed and telling me that Kurt was just a fucking useless junkie who couldn't sing anyway. That's how I know.
And that's how I know why anybody who can't remember where they were when they heard the person on the radio, or the TV presenter, or their lover, or their best friend or whoever saying "Kurt Cobain is dead"doesn't deserve to be reading this because there's no reference and no relevance and no nothing for you here. Go off and peruse your Reader's Digest. I don't need your eyes reading my words.