fax machine anthems

the real difference between the good old days and today is not the times themselves. it is us as the observer. we were more easily impressed back then. by definition we were less experienced, so things seemed fresher. in the late eighties i knew nothing of drugs and sex and was content with snap bracelets and schoolyard tomfoolery. a decade later i spent my time being impressed by alcohol and girls who could chug tequila, but i knew nothing of freedom. now that i am free i sometimes long for the good old days when i wasn’t. but only because i remember being happier in my ignorance. of course, there are always the other times when one craves licking absinthe off of a hooker’s navel. and then i thank lord xenu i’m an american.