We talked about bands we wanted to like, but didn’t. How if someone said they hated pop music, we’d say we felt the same. We’d listen to the records our friends told us to, and try and try to enjoy them. How we’d rather have a glass of milk than a beer, most of the time, except Sunday afternoons. They taste great then. How we never dreamed of going anywhere. That we weren’t afraid of planes, but if you were going to die, crashing into the ground with two hundred other screaming people was a bad way to do it.