I fronted a rock band in high school.

We performed at one talent show.

Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” and, if memory serves, Guns ‘n’ Roses’ “Civil War.”

I wore a Public enemy baseball jersey over a Tribe Called Quest shirt with a backwards Yankees cap, baggy jeans, and a full-on Flavor Flav clock hanging around my neck.

Yes.  That bad.

Thank the universe that smart phones, wifi, and unnervingly easy ways to record video and share it with the world were NOT available at