more about Pearl Jam

That Pearl Jam album I bought at the rummage sale that I talked about in my previous post, their self-titled album, is actually pretty good... except that when I was driving home, for a minute there, since I live in the same town that I did when I was 15, I had this weird moment that if I used suspension of disbelief it almost seemed as though I was 15 again, wandering around my my town, although of course I couldn't drive when I was 15. Sometimes I wonder if the ghosts of this town really haunt me, or if I am one of them, haunting this town... or if there is really an appreciable difference between the two.