You turn 25 years old today. Congratulations. You can legally rent a car now. I bought you from one of those 12 CDs for a penny ads and I couldn't have been more excited to rock with you. You came in the mail with the likes of Smash Mouth's "Fush Yu Mang" , Sheryl Crow's "Tuesday Night Music Club", Boys II Men "Cooleyhighharmony" and the Above the Rim soundtrack. But rest assured, it was you I really wanted.
Even though you're probably in a junkyard somewhere, still under the seat of my 1988 Buick Skyhawk, I still remember the good times we had and want to thank you for being such a bad ass album that I once owned. Then later burned for free off Napster. Then burned for free off Limewire. Then ripped from a torrent site for free. Now I just stream you from Spotify. Free. Oddly enough I still own Smash Mouth no matter how hard I try to get rid of. It's a demon I can't seem to exorcise. It's like I might as well be walking on the sun.
Your smelly teen spirit.