Book: The stories we can tell

All of us have a strange relationship with the music that I love our parents...

Maybe it was stupid to look for in this world, someone special, at this time, in this new life, when everyone is trying to be special.

Terry thought, and didn't need to know the person very well in order to love it.

How cool to be quiet, being quiet with people he knew so well, that conversation was not necessary.

- The music sounded good, don't need the drugs. Or with this music something is wrong.

Skip was often lacking at home, but never a roof over your head. Too many idolized him.

"Not care!" One day you'll realize that people who care, who supposedly bring love to the masses, is the most heartless bastards in the world...

... the virus of hatred spread by airborne droplets.

One of the ex-girlfriends broke up with him right at the entrance to the diner, "Wimpey", so Terry thought he had women. He once smoked a joint of gigantic proportions, because the thought that knows a lot about drugs. And when something dropped out of school, having a place on the gin distillery - purely temporarily, until it is known throughout the world as a journalist, so thought he had life. But soon Terry found that in fact knows nothing.

And Terry began to realize that the other side of love is not hate. Wrong side of love - irritation.

Music does not exist in order to save the world. It exists in order to save your life.