Although I'm not sure which one it's unfair to. I feel sorry for both of them. I can see it both ways. That's my problem."
I'm only one chapter into Chuck Klosterman's newest book, and although I can already tell it's definitely not one of his best (but probably better than Killing Yourself to Live), I feel almost like I've come home, literaturely speaking. I may not know anything about sports, and not too much about early-90s bands, and no longer want to be a journalist of any sort, but he will always make it okay to not believe in coincidences and to make grandoise statements about life using pop culture metaphors that really just make the most sense inside your head.
Plus, I'll probably be listening to Nirvana for the next month straight after reading this. Thanks for helping me go back to freshman year of high school, Chuck!