“The first time I saw Kurt Cobain he reminded me of you. You had long, stringy blonde hair and the kind of blue eyes that get carved into the memory. I remember your green army jacket, your Sex Pistols t-shirt, your holey jeans, your beat-up Doc Martens, and that thousand-watt smile. I remember the way you held a cigarette. I remember the way you rolled a joint. I remember how your smile lost a little bit of it’s shine when you were too baked. I can still picture your smile…
I only remember in vivid detail three sets of eyes: Kurt Cobain’s, my husband’s, and yours.”