I was sixteen years-old and watching a video for The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get, a Morrissey song from Vauxhall & I (I think. I could check but I don’t want to). My mother came over and asked me who the intense looking man with the pompadour was. I told her it was Morrissey. Her response: He kind of looks like you. I just realized that this is just another reason as to why I like my mom so damn much.
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