My Generation

You know what our problem is man... We’re a bunch of hypocrites and liars living off of the garbage of the wealthy and rich. The comical aspect of all of that is, while we own so much, we allowed ourselves to be very small and poor and it’s just stinky once you reach this low. We are wasting our present thinking of the past, and we will spend our future thinking of what we’re presently doing, when do we ever stop and realize that the clock is ticking man? We are a sad sad generation, no world war defines us and we have never been through a major depression. We got used to buying more than what we need and still want even more. Go damn it, we even got used to throwing stuff away with the tag still attached to them….Most of us growing up as kids have never heard the word “NO”. And those of us who have are still getting treated from post-traumatic anxieties. We are the migration generation man.... We come pre-equipped with 60-tablet containers of Extra Strength Tylenol ready to face all the nerve-racking deadlines and due dates that have become an essential part of our everyday life. We like loud electronic music, we like to rave, to “be on the pill”, to be on the edge. We get angry, irritated, annoyed, frustrated very fast. Our tolerance is very low, except when it comes to alcohol. We know no limits and we have no goals. The only thing that exceeds our intelligence is our stupidity. We were raised up on commercials. They were injected in the vein man. We are consumers; we consume and consume and consume. And we expect nature to clean up our mess. We belong to the filter-mask age-group, we were infected with SARS, Mad Cow, Bird Flu, AIDS; even our environment is starting to cough.
The 90’s were so cool though. I remember me and a bunch of friends used to argue a lot about whether 2Pac is dead or not. Coming to think about it, who gives a rat’s ass about whether the guy is dead or alive…Who cares about a dead rapper’s perspective anyway... What made those days fine I think was the good company and piece of mind that we had. We were living like birds with no strings attached. We loved music. We played hoops. We jammed on our guitars for hours. For days. You know what man, coming to think about it, I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. God damn it even if the tunnel gets too dark I am gonna buy me a flash light to help me carry through!

Respect your family, love your friends and be passionate about everything that you do. These are my goals in life.

Define yours.

Nov. 31 2007