Italians Do It Better in anticlimatic

Didn’t sleep so well last night. Girlfriend and I went out to eat at this fancy place in the middle of nowhere, and at some point during the drive we landed briefly on a country station to listen to a song I remember hating on back when I was in my 20s. We listened to lots of songs. It was a long drive. But for whatever reason, all night long the aw shucks pluckiness of “I’m WATCHIN you DAD aint that COOL, I’m your BUCKAROO I wanna be like YOU,“ repeated ad infinitum in my sleep-addled brain. Christ and Sonny Jesus- why oh why?

Remember when you were a young adult, and you thought your teenage years were just the tops- but then you learned that there were such things as rose colored glasses, and that everyone looks back at when they were younger and thinks boy, those were the days- but then you learned that you’re actually involved in a collapsing civilization and that, really, the best years actually are behind you, and the future- as Leonard Cohen would put it- is Murder?

Yeah me too.