The further I flipped, the more the 90s came alive—not as a nostalgic aesthetic, but as a chaotic, contradictory, beautiful mess. Page twelve: . Margin note: “We all hated this when it came out. We were wrong. It’s the perfect end credits song for the decade.” Beside it, Maya had drawn a tiny shrek head.
The binder contained The Ultimate Top Hundred Songs of the 1990s , as determined by him and his three best friends—Maya, Jerome, and “Crazy” Craig—during a marathon argument on New Year’s Eve 1999. They’d stayed up all night, fueled by Surge and cheap vodka, listening to a five-disc changer and yelling about whether “Smells Like Teen Spirit” deserved the top spot (yes) or if it was overexposed (Craig’s losing argument). top hundred songs of the 90s
I looked up at my uncle. He was staring out the window at the rain, his forty-six-year-old hands wrapped around a mug that said WORST. MILLENNIUM. EVER. The further I flipped, the more the 90s