Warner Bros. 2006 My friends and I had a clubhouse. You see those movies and TV shows where teenagers have some structure with the walls decorated with old license plates and silly graffiti, tattered couches, and an old video game system and think, “Kids don’t actually have those.” But we did. We had more or less annexed my parents’ shed, and from age 15 to 18 it became our cultural hub. My friends and I were a tight little nucleus, also like you’d see in a movie. We shared interests. We knew everything about each other. It was an exercise in male bonding and vulnerability to the point where for a long time I just figured every guy had as intimate an understanding of their friends’ internal lives, so it was a shock to find out that was not the case for everyone.  In that shed, while playing endless rounds of Mario Party on Nintendo 64 and participating in all of the normal teenage mischief, we were always listening to music. More than anything, we were listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers.…