You and me both, bub. We lost the good part of that marriage and got to keep the crusty scab from it.  

 On a chilly evening in October 1991, my friend drove up to my house in his rusty Chevy Impala and honked the horn in my driveway. I opened the door and he said, “Dan! Get in! You have to hear this tape I just got!” We drove around for hours with his bootleg copy of Nevermind playing on repeat. Nobody knew the lyrics for months. My life changed forever that night.