The Memory Wall

I remember rushing home from school to get on the computer before my sister so I could log into AIM. I had an away message that was a Dashboard Confessional lyric and I thought I was SO deep.

Spent an entire summer trying to get enough Neopoints to buy a paint brush for my Lupe. I never got it. My mom finally made me go outside. Worth it though, those were the best days.

The anxiety of who to put in your MySpace Top 8 was real. Moving someone down from position 2 to position 4 was the early 2000s equivalent of unfollowing someone on Instagram. Full social warfare.

I had a Geocities page about my favorite band with a visitor counter, a guestbook, and a MIDI file that played automatically. I spent weeks getting the tiled background just right. It was terrible and I loved every pixel of it.

Downloaded what I thought was a Linkin Park song on LimeWire. It was 45 minutes of someone whispering my name. Turned the volume up to hear it better. Still scared.