Is it wrong that I am almost 30-years old and get a totally illicit thrill from listening to filthy rap music when I drive my mom's car around town? I feel like I'm 16 years old again, blaring Nine Inch Nails out the windows of the Mazda MPV minivan...oh yeah, I was a rebel! Oh god, it's so wrong to even hear those words in a car belonging to my sweet innocent mother, and yet, so funny that I still feel like I'm getting away with something, even after all these years.
