Oh, love of my life, fire of my loins. When I was 12 or 13, I was desperately in love with Billie Joe Armstrong (or so my 12-or-13 year-old mind told me). That love has waned in strength but never left me. The man is, in my eyes, a minor God. Green Day are one of a select few bands I liked when I was 12 that I still listen to regularly. So. There you go.



( 62 total. )