I can remember 1998 like yesterday. I was 15.5 years old and in full, complete, and total love with the musical stylings of Korn and the body and mind of Angel as portrayed by David Boreanaz. (Forgive me) I had this huge subway-sized poster of Angel on my wall, in some burgundy crushed velvet button down and a pair of raggedy black high-waisted leather pants. He was my everything, until one year later when Spike showed up and I followed that bad bleach job into the vamp abyss.
In loving memory of my Angel crush.