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Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Generations

Today I was woken up by a collection agency. Not because I can’t afford to pay a bill, but because I can’t be bothered. It would be nice if I could pinpoint exactly why I put myself in this situation, but the answer is beyond me. Looking around here, I have to wonder if the root of this problem is the same one, which has allowed the glass next to my mattress (I can’t say it’s a bed) to grow an interesting white gel from the remains of the drink that was once in it. There is obviously some kind of issue in my way of dealing with our society, but I’ll be fucked if I can figure out what it is.

Last night, I watched a movie about a rock band trying to make it big. Actually, the movie was about a kid trying to make it as a writer – and for those who know, the movie was also about the life of the director. It was the uncut version of the film, but since I never saw the original I’m not sure what was different. Perhaps there was less nudity, or the scene with the two girls kissing was removed, or perhaps the odd editing and occasional continuity issues don’t exist in the theatrical release. Who knows; the point is that I watched almost three hours of film and by the time it was done it was almost 4am. Knowing I had to wake up at 9am, this was not the best way to spend my night, and I had a twinge of guilt when I realized I was sick this morning and called into work. Once again, I wonder if this has something to do with the living glass that is still sitting next to my bed.

There are other people out there who I’ve heard have the same affliction. I wonder if it’s a generational thing, or if I’ll grow out of it when I hit the age of 30 in a few months. In the meantime my short-term goal is not to have another drink until next weekend, and make it to my bank’s website before my phone is cut off. I think I’ll leave the glass -- I want to see what else grows in it.