At 15, I could throw off the school uniform and fire up the mixtape and be transported to somewhere un-suburban and fun. Until, of course, it was time for dinner. Or Home and Away was about to begin.
You mention Stevie. ‘Did you know,’ you begin, ‘that Stevie was addicted to Klonopin?’ How random this statement is. How randomly cool. How swiftly the ice melts.