Teenage angst, it's pretty powerful stuff. When you are going through it, you think your life is never going to get better. Ups and downs that make you feel like you're on a rollercoaster... kind of makes you feel a little sick sometimes. My brother was in high school when I was a kid hanging upside down on the monkey bars. He would hole up in his room and play that sad 60's music that either had teenagers dying on Dead Man's Curve or breaking up in Teenager in Love. If I was bored and brave...I'd knock on his door and ask to come inside. Sometimes, depending on just how far he was in "angst," he'd allow me to come in. There were rules though- no talking, don't touch anything and don't even think of messing with the music playing! He wanted to remain in his misery, doomed and gloomy. I would stand there until he would kick me out. It doesn't sound like much fun does it, but it was. He was my brother and I loved him, moody blues and all. He wasn't always like that. Some days he would play with me in the sandbox or ride bikes. And sometimes he would let me ride around in his '56 Chevy with the windows down. That made up for the times he told me to get lost! Remembering him... today would have been his 64th birthday.