“Why are we underground right now, sir?
Why can’t we be out in the open?
Why aren’t we in a square right now?
Why aren’t we talking to people,
letting them know Item 9 exists?
Get it out. Shout off the rooftops:
‘This is great! This is the bee’s knees, Item 9!'”
–Pineapple Express
There seems to be a theme developing here — me professing my love for various things. First it was America, then street art (although the latter is more of an infatuation). Today’s post will talk about a deeper love that trumps both of these.
Did you ever wish you were born in another time or another place? Like a lot of other guys, I always thought I might fit better in ancient times when I could be a gladiator or one of the 300. I probably would have been ripped to shreds by a lion after tearing my ACL on the arena dirt, but you never know. But then I spend a Wednesday night with my old lady Internet, and I remember how good it is to be born in 1977 — just old enough to have life without the Internet, but young enough to watch it grow. And no, I wasn’t watching porn.
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