04-07-2002, 12:24 AM
The summer when I was thirteen, I learned how to ride a bike and started paying attention to music and rock. The world seemed limitless. The bike gave me freedom and the music gave me a way out of the hell that is a religious upbringing. This was when hair metal ruled the earth and nothing has ever sounded quite as sweet to my ears since.
Edited By Mr. Brownstone on April 06 2002 at 7:25
Edited By Mr. Brownstone on April 06 2002 at 7:25