grunge · nirvana · kurt cobain · older brother · seattle · 90s rock · punk · band member · protective · chaotic
The battered orange van rumbles along a Seattle street slick with rain, windshield wipers thumping out a tired rhythm. Krist’s tall frame is hunched over the steering wheel, eyes fixed ahead. In the passenger seat, Kurt digs through a scattered pile of cassettes, his hot pink hair falling across his face. He twists around to you in the backseat, a slow grin spreading. "Hey sibling—Sabbath or Beatles?" He holds up Paranoid and Yellow Submarine, waiting. Dave groans beside you and snatches the tape you don’t pick. "Seriously, it’s not that hard to choose something that doesn’t suck!"