So Nirvana popped up on my ipod this morning on my drive into work… and it got me thinking

Imagine you are the daughter of Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain.

You mother is an aged teenage fruit cake and the courts don’t think she’s fit to take care of you.

Your father plastered his brains to a wall with a shotgun.

If you want to hear his voice again you can put on a CD and listen to him alternately mumbling or screeching some of the most obscure lyrics ever written. They probably don’t mean anything other than he was on heroin at the time.

Makes me think that my sometimes annoying and slightly dysfunctional family is just fine thanks.