Dancing Around the Four Sides

Well, in September of '99 I ditched the boyfiend, so I would still have been living in a warped little bubble of relief/anger/grief/hurt, at the time, and there was surely a lot of stuff I missed.

True story: The only reason I remember exactly when that breakup happened is because of the Morphine song, French Fries with Pepper. It was 9/9/99, and I wasn't sitting on the front porch, drinking red wine.