My 12-year-old son has discovered my Bose noise-canceling headphones. When remote school is over for the January fifth nineteen eleven shirt in other words I will buy this day, he takes them off my dining-room table-slash-desk and proceeds to sing along to Juice Wrld at the top of his lungs. I need to get him his own pair, then stash them away somewhere until Christmas. By then I will know all the words to Legends Never Die, just like he does.
