MOMENTS IN EMO: open torrents, oozing wounds

Steven, my oldest and dearest friend, who joined me in that lovely tour of duty that was high school in nuclear Wyoming, came home drunk the other night, posted up on our ugly blue-grey couch (which looks like a half-consumed blueberry jawbreaker), and freestyled. Topic: me, who I was at 16, 17, pissed, aggressive and terrorizing the young, pristine pioneer-heirs around us. “People were always scared of you; you were a completely open torrent. You were Courtney Love of our school.* People were like, ‘What the fuck is happening and why is she doing this to my world?’ You gave us a shield to be more who we were, because they were distracted by how extreme you were being. You were a kid, and you were fighting a war you knew needed to be fought, without knowing how to fight it.”
Sooo… Is Steven trying to rectify the fact that studmall.com (“no fake studio bullshit 100% real”) has mysteriously entered the “favorites” section of my web browser?
*this is totally going to help my EMP paper