Headphones are great.
I mean I’m sitting on the floor of what has to be the most mundane laundromat in the short history of laundromat a surrounded by a bunch if stereotypical suburban white parents listening to the sickest piece of death metal I could find on my iPod like we’re talking screaming and raging and guitar crazy enough to melt someone’s fingers like these people are calling to the apocalypse or some shit for nine minutes straight and
No. One. Knows.
Like it might just be me but I think that’s pretty glorious right there.