I’m busy. Putting the cold-temperature un-salted butter on the radiator. Don’t do that! Classic me. Now I have melted butter on the radio ater. I’m so fucking derelious. I noticed lots of people wearing thin suspenders at Blue and Gold last night. I was out with my boss. He’s in his thirties. The fucking annoying bartender who spent more time talking to some corner bar folks about Slovenian languages (rather than giving me DRANKS) put on some tunes on the juke box. My boss was like, I remember that song. I heard that song in high school. He has two kids—a third on the way. I realized that I had all along realized whats wrong with the kids these days when I heard his anecdote about going to a strip club when he turned 18 and hearing for the first time I don’t even remember I got drunk some Guns ‘n’ Roses song or something. SUSPENDERS! And everyone looks so young.

Four words. GOSH! IT’S COOL NOW! Come on. Be real.