Never mind their sagging, shrinking bollocks. The Sex Pistols' only album turned 25 yesterday.

Also yesterday, the Nirvana greatest hits album was released. I have all of these songs already except for "You Know You're Right," so I'll probably just wait for the box set that comes out next year. But "You Know You're Right" is just as good a song as anything Kurt Cobain ever wrote.

It's also an incredibly creepy song. With lyrics like "She only wants to love herself," it's easy to see why that cunt who kicked his cold body out of the way to start her own career didn't want it released.

I was asleep on my futon my sophomore year at Virginia Tech when I woke up to the phone ringing and my friend Wendy leaving a message on the answering machine that Kurt was dead. In fact, there were a total four messages from four different people. I wept. And wore a black armband to my friend's birthday party that night. (Becca still won't let me live that down.)

And when I struggled with my own battle with psychological demons two years later, Kurt Cobain's spector hung over me.

I'm now 28 years old, older than Kurt Cobain was when he died. If there is an afterlife, I hope Kurt is in a place where his stomach doesn't hurt anymore.