“Hey,” Scott said, pausing in front of the RadioShack. A TV in the window informed us of Kurt Cobain’s suicide, and we all watched in silent disbelief. Scott undid the Nirvana patch he had on the sleeve of his jacket and pinned it over his heart. “What happens now?” Peter asked no one in particular. It seemed that while we weren’t looking, occupied as we were with the Piper, the world had stolen something important from us.
And just like that, Malfi has summed up so eloquently the way anyone who was young in the 90s felt when Kurt Cobain died.
