Some Random Memories

I remember when one of my greatest concerns was how I was going to get $2.10 for a bottomless cup of coffee at Mochapelli's. My, how priorities can change.

I remember when I could drive and not have to worry about the possibility of going to jail everytime I do so. How I pray for the day I can go out, and just get a plain old speeding ticket. That's what I want. I want to pay my $200, get it thrown out, and whatever. I just don't like jail. I don't like bad memories.

I remember taking videos of the most stupid random shit. And I thought I was so cool at the time. I wanted to make movies. If I made a movie these days, no one would go see it. I've lost a creative drive and I just want to scream at the stupidity of people. I should videotape things like people trying to parallel park and idiots trying to figure out an ATM machine, then do a narrative of how they should be dragged out into the street and beheaded for their sheer ignorance to common sense.

I remember when I was in school, girls weren't all sluts. They had at least some decency to them, even if they decided they would sleep around and be whores. Now no one cares, spread your legs, get as much sausage as possible, and then go and brag about it. I suppose it's the hippies fault from the 60's revolutions and all that shit, but jeez... Just a thought, but maybe it shouldn't be that open and free. Oh well, who the fuck listens to me anyway? Bitches will be bitches, and there's 60 billion men that will go along with the game.

I suppose I'm starting to sound like an old man, as I've oft said, I am an old man trapped in my body. Either that or I've just decided to be bitter, and not look back. I'm not trying to turn into an asshole to everyone I meet, I'm just slowly growing to tolerate less and less. I used to have the patience of a rock. Not anymore.