Mark Hoppus of Blink 182 has Cancer. A High-School Pop Punk Heart Beats On, Boat-Dreaming-From-The-Hill Against The Current, And Sings With An Angst-Filled Choir Of Rebellious Teenage Interminably Unserious Souls: ‘DAMMIT’

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

Fucking Blink 182. The Pop-Punk band that crossed over punk rock to the radio to MTV with some legit good music. I listened to Dude Ranch hundreds of times. Bought ‘Cheshire Cat’ to get the full story, their first album before they went big. Saw them being prankster dipshits at Warped Tour some hot ass summer when that thing was going strong. Mark or Tom climbed up on top of a twenty foot stack of guitar amps and jumped out into the crowd.

Took it personal when they ditched their unspectacular drummer ‘Scott’ (my given name) for the technical-efficient-and-superlative Travis Barker. Still listened to them years later when they went ’emo’ (whatever) with the Pink Floyd successor video ‘Feeling This’ on their self-titled ‘artsy’ album. This band still rocks. I have no shame in saying that. I’m not that interested in appearing cool to you.

Get well, Mark.

Who taught you to throw the dick down the stairs?