I am still in love with you, Dave Grohl.

Please don't forget about me. I was never the stalker/groupie type, as evidenced by my refusal to "hang out later somewhere" with Gavin Degraw.

But Dave Grohl, I would lovingly rest between you and the kick for a chance to listen to you bang on snares/ sing about banging me. Maybe.

Either way, you're a certified silver fox in training and so unequivocally badass. I don't care if you think I'm a child. If you do, take me trick or treating. I like costumes.