Nov 18, 2020
3 min read
Mixtapes Were Everything & I Feel Sorry For Generation Spotify
Where’s the romance in texting a playlist?
The year was 1996. I was 15 and my boyfriend Danny was 18. I thought I’d won the lottery when he first found me hiding, conspicuously underage, at the back of a sticky-floored bar and bought me a violently fluorescent half-pint of snakebite and black.
