It's 25 years ago today that your father went away...permanently...you were only 2 at the time; your own father is little more than a stranger to you...every year on this day you go look at the ocean...every year on this day you reflect, you wonder why it had to be this way...today feels especially bittersweet: today you are 27, the same age your father was 25 years ago when he brought the shotgun to his face...as you pop the earbuds in you feel tears roll down your face, the face everyone agrees looks just like your old man's...you listen to the latest episode of W3 Thr33 Tr0lls, hoping in vain that the tears will stop flowing...gee, if only W3 Thr33 Tr0lls had existed in 1994, Kurt Cobain might still be alive today and you might still have a father...