I got through reading reading Kurt Cobain's Journals tonight. It was kind of neat to follow the mind of the lead singer as a band went from obscurity to super-mega-stardom.

But it was kind of sad, too. All the talk of suicide and sickness - the man wasn't right. And he just couldn't let it go about the jocks and cheerleaders. He must have been picked on mercilessly in high school. I mean, he was one of the most famous people in the world, and he was still ranting about the football team.