If you really want to know something about me, you should know this: I like my music loud. I mean loud. I`m not talking the kind of loud where your parents knock on your bedroom door and ask you to turn it down. Please. That`s amateur hour. When I say loud, I mean you-can`t-hear-your-parents-knocking-and-the-neighbors-are-putting-a-FOR-SALE-sign-on-their-house-and-moving-to-another-block-because-they-can`t-handle-the-constant-noise-anymore loud. You have to turn it up so that your chest shakes and the drums get in between your ribs like a heartbeat and the bass goes up your spine and frizzles you brain and all you can do is dance or spin in a circle or just scream along because you know that however this music makes you feel, it`s exactly right.
If you are not this kind of person, then I don`t think we`ll be great friends.