Kurt Cobain is an Asshole

Kurt Cobain is an Asshole

I remember the first time I ever heard anything by Nirvana. I was driving my girlfriend to her car-hopping (Waitress on roller-skates) job.

Teen Spirit started playing on the radio and after about 30 seconds of the listening to the most irritating talentless shitstorm of sound, I lunged for the off button. The girlfriend protested and a mini-argument ensued.

I hated that music mainly because of the instruments and vocals they used but I resented the message as well - who the fuck does this guy thinks he is? Screaming this kind of 'teen angst' and formulated outrage in my in my car? It’s insulting to me..

..after all I lived in a friend’s garage, had no job, was racked with back pain and had a van that barely ran more than a block at a time. Just the thought of this rich Nirvana guy screaming his rehearsed outrage to a bunch of gullible teens (never mind in my face)... just pisses me off. I hate phonies who sell kids on shit they don’t need!

Anyway, as you know Kurt Cobain was presumably so distraught over his life of wealth. fame and worship that he pulled off one of the most cowardly and offensive acts ever seen. Suicide.

This asshole had a baby and then decides to leave it fatherless?

He used a shotgun so he could leave his exploded head for his friends to find?

What a selfish asshole.

But wait there is more to his crime of assholiness even after his death....

A few months later and I was able to find a summer job painting at a storage facility. I must have painted two kilometers of blue racing stripes for minimum wage and was happy to do it. Unlike Kurt, I was thankful to have a job even if it wasn’t a million to play music for less than one hour.

My boss that summer was Wally, a big man with an even bigger heart. Sadly it was also a weak heart and hence the reason I was hired to take care of the physically straining work.

Honestly I Never saw Wally without a smile ..well .. back to that later.

After work I would hang out at that drive-in restaurant where my girlfriend worked. One night this car pulls in.....ok, lots of cars did but this beaten up old car full of teens pulled in through the exit catching my attention. Sheri rolled her eyes at them saying something about 'potheads'. I joked it was because they were Easterners based on their licence plate

I kept a curious eye on them as Sheri went out to take their order. I saw three of them and a lot of backpacks and blankets etc. They were beyond just 'fashionably grungy' with all three sporting the Kurt Cobain look and hairstyles. It was kinda funny at the time (I thought) to see three Cobain wannabe's like that in one car.

When she returned (after quite a while), I asked if they were giving her some kind of trouble? "Not at all" she said " In fact were really nice and very polite young guys"! She thought they looked a bit stoned, either that or really tired.

She relayed her conversation with them - they said they had come down from Quebec across the US border and then all the way West to Seattle, where they had attended a memorial of some kind to Kurt Cobain. They mentioned visiting his house (Where he killed himself). When she asked when they were planning on going back home they seemed strangely ambiguous about it.

As she told me their story, one of them came in and cupping a pile of change in both hands, mostly pennies, he politely asked Sheri what was the 'most food' he could get with this much? He looked so young and grungy but was so respectful and polite that he left a lasting impression on me. She told him he could wait in his car and she would do her best. He carefully poured change into her hands and I watched as she counted out just less than two dollars in change and tried to calculate the most burger for the buck. I volunteered to chip in some change but she said not to worry - she reached into her own tips to round it up to 2 burgers which she promptly double wrapped, bagged with serviettes, condiments and three large waters to go. Again the guys couldn’t have been more polite and friendly.

'Nice guys' She commented as they drove off to our waves. They really were.

Three days later. I had already finished my job at the storage facility and said my goodbyes to good ole Wally. I remember him smiling and giving me a little extra cash before driving off in his little golf cart. I will never forget something else too. Something, I didn’t know what.. just smelled horrid. I mean a 'rotting meat' smell. It was the smell of evil.

I wasn’t there when Wally came across that evil smell. It was coming from one of the larger storage lockers. Wally assumed the last renters had left food behind to rot but being unable to contact them he took the master key and opened the locker himself.

The waft of the evil smell that rushed out the door literally almost knocked Wally over! Lifting the large metal doors up, he first see's a beat up little car parked sideways into the storage locker - Then as the light floods the room he see's something no one should ever see - the dead bloated lifeless bodies of three young men sitting inside the car!

Do you know what Wally's first instinct was - He ran in and tried to rescue them. He tried to pull em out. He knew they had to be dead but his instinct was to try and pull those kids to safety anyway.

Later he said that as he opened the car door, the stench was so vile. so evil.. that he was almost incapacitated by it and fighting to not fall over and vomit uncontrollably.

They had been dead for three days.

Seems they pulled the car into the locker one night, shared some hamburgers. popped in a Nirvana tape and then, with the storage bay door closed, started up the car and said goodbye in a cloud of carbon monoxide.

Wally would talk about these papers they were holding. We found out later they were suicide note/Kurt Cobain tributes. We heard that the ONLY tape found was a Nirvana tape. Think about that. 10,000 Km's and One tape!

Wally had a heart of gold and needed three months off, for both his heart and his soul. We all knew that he was the type who took things to heart. The cost of being a caring person I guess.

Kurt Cobain you fucking asshole!