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Everything Zen – Gavin Rossdale shirtless at the beach

When I was thirteen, my girlfriends and I would listen to Bush’s Sixteen Stone on constant repeat. “Glycerine” in particular made our toes quiver. We would suck on Blowpops and drink Sprite and dream of a pseudo grungy heaven with Mr. Rossdale (we were too stupid in the head to listen to Nirvana).  Gavin Rossdale…