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(A note about this photo. That is the face of a heart-broken, recently graduated high school senior who just the night before saw the girl he obsessed over all throughout high school making out with another dude not 5 inches from my face. Have you ever had a person you’re obsessed with make out with someone else five inches from your face while you’re crammed in the back seat of a smelly car with 4 other dudes in Mexico? I don’t recommend it. I’m pretty sure I’m listening to George Michael’s “Careless Whisper” over and over and over.)

Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Ron, that song is about the guy doing something wrong and feeling guilty about it.” Yes, I know that. But to a heartbroken teen, who the hell cares about the real meaning of song? 90% of the lyrics were right on the money. And that melancholy saxophone was just the medicine I needed. So step off with your musical judgment.