Curt just read me the entire history of punk as it was set down by Wikipedia. This came in response to my telling him I could be punk if I wanted to (I can’t), and him demanding I prove it by naming the lead singer of the Sex Pistols, to which I responded by naming Sexy Sid and his girlfriend Nancy. Not only was he not the singer, but I only knew his name (I know it’s not Sexy Sid; I do not know if he was sexy) because of a dumb early-millennial alternative rap song called “Butterfly” by a one-hit wonder band called Crazy Town. Also, I sat in (read: attempted to nap during) a couple class meetings of the History of Rock during college.

Now that I’ve written an entire paragraph, I have no idea what I was actually going to write. And I’m tired. Sleep.