On the morning's news Kurt cobains untimely suicide was mentioned. Seventeen years ago to the day. This afternoon I rode by the house he committed the act- it's along the bike route down to lake washington. The park bench adjacent to the mansion was covered in memorabilia. And fans loitered in the area paying their respects.
I remember that day. I was in high school, fresh to Seattle and mesmerized, along with the nation, by nirvanas music. Hundreds of fans flocked to the park next to his house, mourning the loss of a local grunge legend. Acquaintances from school made the front page of the P.I. with mascara streaming down their teared cheeks. Courtney lost her shit.
Seventeen years. Goes by quick if you forget that the world keeps spinning madly on. Need a reminder? Look up: Smells like teen spirit.....