I miss Jeff Buckley and his crooked teeth.

 

I met a boy in Indonesia who I was quite close to.  He tried to talk to me about religion and I sat him down one day and made him listen to Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley style.  I don't think he quite understood.  I asked him what he thought it was about, and he said he thought it was about the man who was singing trying to come to terms with his god.  It wasn't his fault.  He was far from fluent in English, and I guess I shouldn't have expected much.  But I was still disappointed.