From 1986-1988, I listened only to hair metal. This era ended for me when I entered high school and fell in love with the daughter of a professor at the university. I followed her everywhere from a distance, until my friend Kevin overheard her talking to her friend on the bleachers of a varsity football game. “John Proctor likes me,” she said. When asked who John Proctor was she replied, “You know, the guy who wears the same Whitesnake shirt every other day.” I threw that shirt away the next day, started listening to the Steve Miller Band, and joined the football team.
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