] When I was a kid adults used to bore me to tears with
] their tedious
] diatribes about how hard things were when they were
] growing up; what
] with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning
] uphill both ways
] through year 'round blizzards carrying their younger
] siblings on their
] backs to their one-room schoolhouse where they maintained
] a straight-A
] average despite their full-time after-school job at the
] local textile
] mill where they worked for 35 cents an hour just to help
] keep their
] family from starving to death!
]
]
] And I remember promising myself that when I grew up there
] was no way in
] hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids
] about how hard
] I had it and how easy they've got it!
]
] But....
]
] Now that I've reached the ripe old age of twenty-nine, I
] can't help but
] look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it
] so fuckin'
] easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a
] goddamned Utopia!

1987 Reprezent!