My July was the month of the Guns N’ Roses obsession (again). I saw them live and I cried and it was the best day. Street performers played Guns songs and dance circles formed around them as the herd walked toward the stadium. All the pedicabs in the vicinity were blaring Guns. Almost every person around was wearing a GNR shirt, or, even better, dressed up like the band members (After the show I patted a Slash on the back and told him I love him).

It was all I could think about for weeks. I listened to their catalog on repeat. I picked up bassist Duff McKagan’s first book, It’s So Easy: And Other Lies, from the library and had a weird reaction it. It hit my soul. When he got sober and turned to physical activity as rehab, I went for bike rides and long walks. When he meditated and refocused anger into positive energy, I felt my body doing the same when stupid shit pissed me off.