Summer after 8th grade; Sam Deprimio hands me a burnt copy of ...Is a Real Boy. I fell and have yet to get up. Countless hours of rocking out in friend's cars in between saving the world. Screaming at the top of our lungs. Yelling every word to Admit It! while walking through Boston. Each performance completely unique and incredible. For four years now, every lyric echoes through my head. I like a lot of music. I love Say Anything.