I suppose every generation -- as it ages -- laments the passage of those 'good old days'. Me, I never much believed in that shit. And I bloody well know my father wouldn't have wanted to return to his supposed 'good old days'... the ones that ended, more often than not, with a belt to the ass before bed and precious little on the plate at supper just past. Sure, the grass might well have been greener somewhere else. But that just made the vipers harder to spot.
As nuts as this world gets (schizophrenic, psychotic, racist, homophobic, moronic, and yeah, reptilian) it is what it is. Nobody said this was gonna be easy.
I must admit, though: modern refrigeration is way cool. Llewellen... bring us a couple of cold Heinekens.
3 years ago