For Noel.

(If you're not my sister, you may as well skip this one.)

I fell in love with a boy when I was nineteen. He had perfect skin, terrible posture and the soul of a poet. He introduced me to the wonders of The Replacements, Bob Dylan, and Tom Waits.

He wore ancient purple Converse lowtops held together over the insoles with duct tape.

I may have had (past tense) terrible taste in men. And in shoes. But I have outstanding taste in music...