Saturday, April 15, 2017


I’ve lived a pretty comfortable life, so when I get to be an old guy yelling at kids to get off my lawn, or forget stuff and keep retelling my grandchildren the same stories, I’m not going to have that “I had to walk fifty miles in the snow” story. My generation was one that transitioned from the analog world to living a good part of life online. At best, my story will be that when I was young, if you wanted porn you had to find a box hidden in the back of your older cousin’s closet. Or if you wanted to put something in the mailbox you had to lick an actual stamp. And as I reflect on those facts of an easy life I have to consider that despite my low bar, you kids today are still the absolute worst.


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