tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829734.post8352551082085833706..comments2024-03-28T00:18:42.009-04:00Comments on The Wicked Stage: Luck With an "F"Rob Weinert-Kendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015688507553252146noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829734.post-759925151836972162007-04-20T23:32:00.000-04:002007-04-20T23:32:00.000-04:00At a certain point in my misspent collegiate youth...At a certain point in my misspent collegiate youth, I found solace in the following lyrics from "Town Cryer":<BR/><BR/>"Love and unhappiness go arm in arm/long-suffering friends of your fatal charm/Isn't it a pity that you're going to get hurt/just a little boy lost in a big man's shirt."<BR/><BR/>Which, you know, was just how I felt about some of the comically failed relationships I had at the time. Only even I wasn't mean (read: ballsy) enough to say it quite THAT way.<BR/><BR/>KerryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com