Upon returning home to my mother’s little house in Springfield, Virginia after Nirvana’s 1992 world tour, I followed my usual homecoming routine of dumping my entire suitcase full of soiled clothes into her old washing machine in the garage, rooting through her fridge full of delicious, comfort-food leftovers like a raccoon in a dumpster, and sitting down to months and months’ of mail that had been sent to her address for me while I was away. This was the house that I grew up in, after all, so my mother’s mailbox was always the best bet if you wanted to…

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