15. Fred Durst

When I was maybe 14 years old I had a huge, HUGE crush on him. He was like my dream man… yeah, this little fuker right here.

Now I just see him like the cool uncle who let me drive his car, drink beer on the hide, gave me my first smoke, the one who told me about what really boys want, the one who told me there’s a lot more than drugs and sex: there’s fucking rock. Thanks to him, his music, all my teenage anger got away with his songs, and set me free.

I even used to dress like him… oh, good days…