It seems to incredibly juvenile to write about but I sort of HAVE to. Anyone and everyone who knew me between the ages of 10 and 15 knows that I was obsessed with LFO. Okay, I'm lying to myself. I had their posters up in my room until I moved away to college. Who the heck is LFO? You know, they had that "Summer Girls" hit- all about chinese food, summer romance, and girls who wear Abercrombie and Fitch. Come on, GET IN THE NOW!
Well, anyways, I'm not over exaggerating when I use the word "obsessed." I may/may not have a shrine that Kathleen and I painted, carpeted, and decked out with LFO gear located in the crawl space of my old bedroom. I'm not sure that my parents even know about it. My goodness, even just typing this makes me cringe thinking about how much of a creep that I am. Even creepier was the fact that I was in LOVE with their "frontman," Rich Cronin. What, I mean he was only...13 years older than me. It could totally have happened.
Today I awoke to a sad reality: he's dead. (You can read the story here- it's really quite tragic.) I think that your childhood officially ends when the person that you idolized all of those years dies. I mean, I'm not a crazy person. I don't plan on falling into a deep, dark depression and telling my co-workers that Rich Cronin was more influential than Jesus (okay, crazy MJ obsessed co-worker!). It's just a little sad, ya know?
I have had to laugh with all of the Facebook comments that I've recieved today from people that I went to middle/high school with expressing their "concern". Not a peep for 4 years but everyone still remembers my infatuation. Hilarious.
Anywho, a sad day- goodbye Rich Cronin, goodbye a huge chunk of my childhood.
Lastly, proof that he was probably my soul mate:
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