I feel like such a teeny bopper. I’m listening to a hardcore mix of Avril Lavigne’s “Complicated” and actually enjoying it.
On the other hand they were playing a remix of 4Hero’s “Mr Kirk’s Nightmare” before, so that slightly redeems me (old skool means you are cool and poetic).
“Do you have a son named Robert…Robert Kirk aged 17?”
“I’m sorry Mr Kirk, you better come down to the station house, your son is dead!”
“He died of an overdose…”
“You son is dead, dead, dead, dead, d-d-d-d-deaaaaaad.”