Three guys sat around a breakfast table and they said very nice things about each other and it was almost like they had felt a strong love for one another for a long time even though they didn’t really know each other very well. One of them was named Dale and in middle school he was overweight and only wore Nirvana shirts because Kurt Cobain killed himself when he was in fourth grade and he had just bought Teen Spirit and it was the first album he had ever owned and it almost made him not want to like another band ever again, but that didn't last because he got into Bush in seventh grade, which was kind of a mistake, but it didn't matter because he still liked Nirvana the best and had thirteen Nirvana shirts that he only wore from fifth grade all the way to freshmen year of high school when his aunt accidentally bought him that Offspring shirt and though he didn't really like the band a whole lot the shirt wasn't faded and he felt pretty cool when he wore it.  And then some kids in biology threw a glass beaker at him and yelled anarchy and he seemed kind of intrigued because that was what he was feeling at the moment and two weeks later he was no longer wearing the Nirvana shirts and was really into Bad Religion and Nofx even though when he was alone he still listened to Nirvana but he didn't admit it because his friends were baby punks, well that's not what he called them, but in general terms they were still children and lived with their parents and found ideas like anarchy and rebellion interesting and they found the DIY lifestlye freeing because their whole lives they'd had everything done for them.  Anyway, the little former Nirvana boy didn't really pick up on these things, but maybe some professor in college would discuss counter cultures and he'd remember he was a young punk who used his parent's car on weekends.  And maybe he wouldn't remember it because by junior year he was smoking weed and asking his parents for money to go to the movies every weekend even though he was really going to go to whoever’s parents weren't home.  And this Nirvana boy's father would be like, "Didn't I give you a twenty just the other day?  You know I liked it better when you listened to that punk music and didn't have to go to a movie every weekend."  And so it was about this time the Nirvana boy, now in his polos and ralph laurens, looks in his closet for things to sell on ebay and finds the nirvana shirts. He gets $3 for each of them. Then he went out to eat.