You ever think about something from like 1997 or 1998 and it doesn't click that that was like fourteen years ago? I do that shit all the time.....I'm like ah yeah it's pretty new it came out in 98. Then people look at me like...what the fuck? Where have you been the last twenty fucking years...and I'm like ah never mind lol its old as shit....
suppose that's from the fact that I graduated around this time...well I left high school in 97 so yeah definitely seems to be the focal point of this odd activity...kind of like Mamoan and the ghost buster's..well maybe not as severe as all that but that's beside the point this is my blog and my life so its pretty fucking important at this very moment. That is until we shift gears or i see another flashy object...which I haven't so back to the lost time. I really don't know I think this is what happened to our parents and grandparents in a more limited way for the time being...i mean mine's going back to around the turn of this century....not the one before that. Im not talking about a vw van and lsd...though I cant reprimand the mind expanding properties of some properly applied Lysergic acid diethylamide or other such effect producing materials. Well expanding is not quite the word Im looking for but it is definitely an interesting experience. Maybe you can do it and go back in time...like I could be back in 97 except the fact that I got a beard and brown hair and like eight kids now. Yeah quite different than clean shaven blonde hair and six pack....but maybe with a proper dosage that too could be arranged. But Im no drug advocate, I actually hardly if ever drink anymore, do no drugs outside taking one a day claratin or artritiscream and ibuprofen.....yeah a real og there for ya. Back to the subject at hand though I suppose maybe I just identify with that time like my dad would with 1977...because your free to eat sleep and fuck, your growing into your own...well actually your just kind of cresting before you break down by twenty five but that's beside the point. I don't know maybe it's just because you can fuck six girls a day and smoke a pound of weed everyday and still make it into work on time back then, well the three days you have the job that is. I don't know maybe my nostalgia is oddly placed....since I don't really have any material possessions from this time...well outside the pants I buy off eBay used clothing stores, they DO NOT make the cut's of pants/jeans I want to wear anymore....what the fuck happened to a loose wide leg...not jnco size but like 565 Levis size. So beside that I have my vehicle but it stands as its own entity now its been with me so long...its kind of like Dracula fucked Frankenstein and had a Toyota. Oh well I suppose that's enough retrospect for one week..tune in next time for some more deep intellectual subject matter and words like pool turd.
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