This is the Teenage Angst assignment. Listen to me cry about how hard it was to be 16 without a car.

How I did it: I mustered up all my poor wittle feewings from Saturday, June 22, 2002 and rendered them in my god-like voice.

Edit:

Here’s another rendition of the same recording with music in the background (another Shannotate idea), what I was probably listening to at the time (ironically unaware of its application to myself, I’m sure): “Sob Story” by Minor Threat off of the Out of Step cassette.