How I Spent My Summer Vacation

Steak Please

I really think we are going to be the last generation of anything resembling Americans despite being  starbucks guzzling, ipodependent, entitled narcissistic malcontents. Every now and then i meet a man who has shot a gun or recalls creating sprawling fortresses out of simple couch cushions but more than less i feel surrounded by people with absolutely no dreams, twitchily awaiting their next twitterwebspacebook iPhone vibration. Never really experiencing anything but rather living proxy lives through readily available keyboards.  No one wants to risk anything anymore, the world owes you 2 cars, 1 house, 2.5 kids, and your many white pickets.  Our parent’s sacrifices, their hands worked to the bone have created our illusions of entitlement and ease.  I don’t want to be content, in dissidence i find solace, i want you to get mad, i want you to be jealous, I’m better, I’m the reason your wife closes her eyes, i am American. Steak please.