You spend your whole life assuming you’ll die alone, just you and your Smiths records in your parents’ basement forever, your lips untouched by anyone outside of the medical community. Then suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, someone comes along and shows you that maybe you were wrong about all that and—worst-case scenario—maybe you could at least find someone to move down into that basement and listen those Smiths records with you, changing the course of your life forever.
