Basket Case

I was nine years old, growing up on the rough cul-de-sacs of Collinsville, Illinois, when I bought my very first cassette tape with my own hard-earned money that my mom gave me for free. To me, Green Day was the epitome of 90's punk. Gen X'ers probably debate that but no argument would change my mind.

Monkey with poop: "Throw?"

Monkey with poop: "Throw?"

I wore out "Basket Case" like it was the anthem to my life but I'm pretty sure I didn't even know what "stoned" meant yet. While I loved songs like "She" and "When I Come Around," it was the album cover that always had my attention. It looked like a mix between "Beavis & Butthead" and "Where's Waldo?"

No Waldo, but there are a couple animals throwing poop.