Picture me, knee-deep in a laundry avalanche, my cat judging my life choices from the couch. My playlist is a chaotic rollercoaster—some random bubblegum pop, a rogue jazz track that makes me feel like I’m in a noir film, and then, out of nowhere, a heavy metal freight train roars in. It’s like my speakers are staging a coup. But then, the clouds part, the riffs hit hard, and I’m headbanging to Five Finger Death Punch singing Bad Company.
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