I was a wallflower who planned to stay that way, who never imagined anybody else to be.
Rob SheffieldLike any teenager who reads The Great Gatsby, probably, I was madly in love with the teacher who had opened it up for me.
Rob Sheffield...some people aren't worth the trouble of being kind to, because they have neither the brains nor the power to make something for themselves out of your kindness.
Rob SheffieldRock stars did not invent burning out. They just do it louder.
Rob SheffieldI was somebody's boyfriend now. This would mean a lot of trial and error. But she was who I wanted to try and err with.
Rob SheffieldI had never gotten the hang of dating — I was always going to be somebody who either had a girlfriend or didn't.
Rob SheffieldDon't charge the mound. Once you agree to fight, you lost already. Don't start none, won't be none.
Rob SheffieldListening to it now is like a personally guided tour through my past.
Rob SheffieldAt Camp Don Bosco, there were Bibles all over the place, mostly 1970s hippie versions like Good News for Modern Man. They had groovy titles like The Word or The Way, and translated the Bible into “contemporary English,” which meant Saul yelling at Jonathan, “You son of a bitch!” (I Samuel 20:30). Awesome! The King James version gave this verse as “Thou son of the perverse rebellious woman,” which was bogus in comparison. Maybe these translations went a bit far. I recall one of the Bibles translating the inscription over the cross, “INRI” (Iesus Nazaremus Rex Iudaeorum), as “SSDD” (Same Shit Different Day), and another describing the Last Supper — the night before Jesus’ death, a death he freely accepted — where Jesus breaks the bread, gives it to his disciples, and says, “It’s better to burn out than fade away,” but these memories could be deceptive.
Rob SheffieldBack home, my favorite part of Mass was during communion, when I'd stand at the rail and hold a little gold platter under people's chins. The pretty girls would line up for communion (I confess to Almighty God). They'd kneel (and to you my brothers and sisters), cast their eyes demurely down (I have sinned through my own fault), and stick out their tongues (in my thoughts and in my words). Their tongues would shine, reflected in the gold platter, and since the wafer was dry, the girls would maybe lick their lips (and I ask Blessed Mary ever virgin, all the angels and saints, and you my brothers and sisters) before they swallowed (to pray for me to the Lord our God). It was all I could do not to pass out.
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