I'm remembering that time when, in preparation for a ten hour drive, I got a bunch album recommendations from my friends.

The evening comes where I start the drive. I start the massive playlist I constructed from my friends. Jamie Paige is playing. Life is good.

Eventually it is 1 in the morning and I am in an Ohio freeway. The sleep deprivation is starting to hit, it is a cloudy night, and there are no street lamps. There is not a soul on the freeway other then myself and anything outside of my car headlights is painted in pitch black.

And at this moment, my car speakers begin to play the entirety of Ethel Cain's "Perverts"