I grew up with positive messages left and right. I ate that shit up. Good stuff—fuck the bad guy! I do not know if this is universal, but the children I went to elementary school with did not agree with this. We tended to butt heads, as kids with newly-found constructions of rivalry are wont to do. It is worth saying that I was self-righteous and I liked telling people what to do a lot and hated when people tried that nonsense on me, so when Mark recommended me Limp Bizkit’s Significant Other, I stared, asking both him and myself “why?” Seven years old and here I was confronting the idea of confronting language, disrespect, and hooliganism on a scale that would most definitely change the course of my life. I still have not heard that Limp Bizkit record in full, but it was the first thing that came to mind around hitting the fifth song of Purpose.
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