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First stop: a buddy's house. Only it's not so much a house as it is headquarters for what is, perhaps, the most irresponsible movement a generation could be responsible for: the party party.
Even my generation had a certain sense of responsibility. Sure the entitlement is there, but we also care about the world around us. This is most likely due to the fact that we had already began to bud past our malleable years, anxious to explore the world, when reality TV really started to gain momentum. We had COPS and America's Funniest Home Videos (the punchline, of course, is how Bob Saget fooled a majority of Americans into thinking that he is wholesome, via this outlet and Full House... to which I applaud the man), but this new idea of a camera in every home, job, date, and abortion clinic was too good to be true. Why? Because ANYONE could be a star. Despite the fact that a majority of "reality TV" is scripted. And despite the fact that is a tool used to construct something bigger than we could ever imagine... that it was conditioning us the love the camera and to watch the television. I read once that the human brain is capable of recognizing and keeping tabs on all aspects of another individual, around 150 (give or take) at any given time. Real and imaginary. Take a show like Survivor and there's 16 to 20 people replacing potential REAL people in your life. When you begin to hang out with your imaginary friends more than your real friends, well, you know where that's going. This not only keeps up preoccupied, it also keeps us oblivious to the outside world around us, more specifically: the outside world that we are comfortable in.
It took me three weeks to notice the highway camera that was erected two blocks from my house. Three weeks. During that period, every day when I'd pass it I'd ask myself, "wow, has that always been there?" It took a blurb in the local paper to make me realize.
And I didn't even watch television.
This, of course, was of no matter to the proceeding generation. Reality TV isn't a bane to them, it's a blessing. And government surveillance, loss of liberties (both granted and universal), 9/11... even the fear of stds: these are all ideas that this generation doesn't grasp.
And this is why they are fun.
I drank my first 40 at the ripe age of 25. Hell, it may have even been 26. No bother. Once you discover the magic of the 40, however late in life that may be, it's hard to deny it's power. Sacrifice taste for quantity and budget spending.
That's about all you can do when you're not old enough to buy alcohol and don't have a job to support your vices, or you do but you certainly don't make enough.
I never had to worry about that, though. I was an anarchist with older friends who'd grab me a bottle of wine or rum so we could have a discourse on human nature and the oncoming "revolution".
This night, however, no discourses would be taking place. My buddy's house was about three things: comradery, comedianship, copulation.
This man is gold. Think of him as King Midas, only coupled with that king who thought he was wearing clothes when he really wasn't. Raw and real, beautiful and unsheathed... the sword of Damocles. FBt(-)
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