Now there’s Facebook. Facebook: where you can look into the boy’s life you love everyday for every second, wondering, pondering, yearning to know if he’s doing the same and is fraught with the same rush of indecisiveness and anxiety as you.
Defeated, when Best Coast took the stage for their blessedly calmer set, I couldn’t enjoy it for a second, too worried about what poor girl was being fondled by Dan. But not even halfway through the set, Dan was noticeably different: his eyes squinted and his hands rising like a tribal sky dance for more tits, whatever he took finally kicked in, and my former prince was just a druggie creep.