Best way to feel like you are in high school again: after another day of feeling generally disgruntled, go to your car and hear Springsteen's "Badlands" on the radio. Blast it at rib-rattling volumes and sing along without shame.
This happened to me.
I am now fully immersed in "Darkness on the Edge of Town." Can't stop. Kind of like this guy. Preach it, brother.
All together now, loud and strong:
I want to find one face that ain't lookin' through me.
I want to find one place
I want to spit in the face of these badlands. [Otherwise known as mid-January in central Illinois.]
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