when did flats come back? about flats, the flat screen replaced the big screen. but, it is like the flat ass vs big ass debate. either way, the bombs continue to fall. at least i'm not seeing sneakers with lights in them anymore, although i am seeing sneakers with roller skates on the bottom. little kids, zipping around, still happy, yet ignorant over the mess that awaits. you're gonna hate me for this, but i often hate little kids. they stare at you, long and hard, and when you look up again, they are still staring. they think every stop on the train is theirs. they are always asking their parents for the time, and they always ask "are we there yet?" they whine, want everything they see, and are no better than the asshole adults they will become. of course, there are a lot of great kids out there too, but can we at least admit that many children are as overrated as this country of ours? they are the bomb droppers of tomorrow, the future mental midgets, and they are not all precious.
who will replace carlin and pryor, sinatra and cole, cooke and wilson, ammons and stitt, zoot and getz, bird and trane, dolphy and kirk, fellini and bergman, woody and groucho, martin and malcolm, brown and turner, wilt and russell, ray robinson and mays, yusef and mingus, monk and rouse, bukowski and trumbo and heller and wright and robeson and konitz and pepper and rollins and mobley? where are the books worth reading, the music worth listening to, the art worth looking at, the people worth talking to? where is cagney daring the cops to come get him, bogart cool with cig hanging out of mouth, monroe gliding across the screen, brando yelling for his lady, newman eating 50 eggs?
where is all the greatness?
and what is this shit that has replaced it?
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