The Wages of RocknRoll, Drugs and Sex
or What a Drag It Is Gettin' Old
Today I was listening to my kid's Green Day CD, dancing, playing all the air instruments, using the vacuum cleaner wand like a mic. I was having such a good time that I didn't hear my kid and his buddy come in until I saw them in the door with their mouths hanging open.
I don't know which one of us was more embarassed.
Kid confiscated "his" CD and stalked out. The neighbor kid averted his eyes and followed.
I crept down to the basement to console myself with the computer. I'd smoke a cigarette too, except the little nazipants upstairs would probably rat me out to his Dad.
What's the matter with kids today?
I do not consider it an insult, but rather a compliment, to be called an agnostic. I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure.
--Clarence Darrow, American lawyer