 in running JMLR, see: Stuart Shieber (2012) “An efficient journal,” The Occasional Pamphlet, March 6. My friend hung out with Fall Out Boy, drank with them, and then together they watched a dude pee out of a window.



That story took place in 2003 in Madison, Wisconsin after the band had played one of 280 shows they would perform that year. My friend told me this fraction of a story a few years later, when Fall Out Boy started to rise with Sugar Were Going Down in 2005. I remember this was one of the first I was there moments I had ever heard.

I also remember — vividly — pantomiming a microphone in my college dorm room and lip-synching to that song frequently. My friends love for Fall Out Boy started to reflect onto me. We shared the shit out of this band, so much so that an entire evening’s plans would consist of going over to each others places, drinking Sparks, putting on Fall Out Boy, and pretending that we were in the band. We were in our early twenties. We were in a tiny state school in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin, posting lyrics as our AIM away messages, untethered to any kind of aesthetic or cultural code — Twitterless, clueless, hapless, and really pleased with ourselves, in general.

Fall Out Boy made sense when I was actually fuelled by ramen — even when I probably was a little too old to think that Ill be your number one with a bullet / A loaded God complex cock it and pull it was a thoughtful, economic lyric. Back then, it was a mix of environment, low emotional intelligence, and this tether I had with this friend. I dont know if you oblige any of your friends with loving a band they love, but maybe your obligatory love turned into something real but as soon as that tether stretches too far, the simulation starts to collapse and all the love you had for Fall Out Boy becomes just another thing from your past like final exams and Donnie Darko and Sparks. Thks fr th mmrs.

Presumably, there were a handful of other people like this, like me at Fall Out Boy’s show at Subterranean Lounge in Chicago. We are in Group 2. Presumably, there were three groups in attendance for their first
in running JMLR, see: Stuart Shieber (2012) “ An efficient journal, ” The Occasional Pamphlet, March 6. My supporter hang out with Fall Out Boy, drank with them, and then together they watched a dandy pee out of a window. 



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 in running JMLR, see: Stu art Shiebe r (20 12)  “A neffi cien t journal,” Th e  Occ asional Pamphlet, Marc h 6.My frie n dhungout wit h  F a l l O ut  B oy,  d r an k wit h t hem, an d then tog eth er  they watche d  a  dude peeout  of a window .


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Presumably, ther e  were a handfu l of o the r p e ople  l ike this, like  me  a t Fall Out  B oy’s show a t Subter ra n ean L oungein Chi cago. W e ar e  in Gr oup2.Presumabl y,th e re were  t hr e e grou ps i nattend ance f o r th e i r first
 in_running JMLR,_see: Stuart Shieber (2012)_“An efficient_journal,”_The Occasional_Pamphlet,_March 6. My_friend hung out_with Fall Out Boy,_drank with them,_and_then together they watched a dude pee out of a window.



That story took place_in_2003 in_Madison,_Wisconsin_after the band had played_one of 280 shows they_would perform_that year. My friend told me this fraction_of_a story a_few years later, when Fall Out Boy started to_rise with Sugar Were Going Down_in 2005. I_remember_this_was one of the_first I was there moments I_had ever heard.

I also remember —_vividly — pantomiming a microphone in my_college dorm room and lip-synching to_that song frequently. My friends_love for_Fall Out Boy started to_reflect onto me._We shared_the shit out_of this band, so much so_that an entire_evening’s plans would consist of going_over_to each others_places,_drinking_Sparks, putting_on Fall Out_Boy,_and pretending_that_we were in the band. We_were_in our early twenties. We were in_a tiny state school_in_the middle of nowhere_Wisconsin, posting lyrics as our_AIM away messages, untethered to any_kind of_aesthetic or_cultural code — Twitterless, clueless, hapless, and really pleased with ourselves,_in general.

Fall Out Boy made sense_when I was actually_fuelled by_ramen_— even when_I_probably was_a little too old to think that_Ill be_your number one with a bullet_/ A loaded God_complex_cock it and pull it was_a thoughtful, economic lyric. Back then,_it was a mix of_environment,_low_emotional intelligence, and this tether_I had with this friend. I_dont know if_you oblige any of your friends with_loving_a band they love, but maybe_your_obligatory love turned into something real_but_as_soon as that tether stretches_too far, the simulation starts to_collapse and all the love you had for Fall_Out Boy becomes_just another thing from your_past_like_final exams and Donnie Darko and Sparks. Thks fr th_mmrs.

Presumably, there_were a handful_of other people like this, like me at Fall Out_Boy’s show at Subterranean Lounge in Chicago._We are in Group 2. Presumably, there were three groups in_attendance for their first