It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.
“The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.”
“It's not like that anymore really, but back in the day, nobody would let the Misfits open up for them, not the Ramones, not the Cramps, nobody.”