Climbing the corporate ladder or being an influencer is just revolting to me.
Who is making you do either of those things?
Climbing the corporate ladder or being an influencer is just revolting to me.
My grandma has a similar little bio, that she dictated to my aunt, who typed it up. Maybe 10 pages, short stories and memories. It has some incredible things in there, growing up poor af. Making ammo during WW2. Drinking with her friends as a girl!I have a 31 page hand typed "Story of My Life" written by my grandmother's sister. They grew up in the country in that era and she was, for a short time, a teacher at an Iowa country school. For her otherwise "limited" education she wrote a heckova life history. She had the same take-that life's conveniences have made people less interactive with one another and family. And she felt that was a negative. The whole family had to work together to survive and prosper. It's interesting as all heck to read it. They definitely experienced some hardships I couldn't imagine.
It's just two examples. I could go on but it would get into things this thread likely wasn't interested in hearing.Who is making you do either of those things?
This is for you my man.Are you my long lost brother? Every one of those cars im on board with. The '93 mustang was THE car. Also, a Magic fan? That has been my team since inception. I have a new favorite poster on here!
Hell yes my friend. Hence why I still live in the 90's.Growing up in the 90's and 2000's was great. Everything after 2008, and especially after 2010, sucked ass.
If you were born in 1925 and appreciated rock and roll as it developed you'd been in the 1%.Wish I’d been born in 1925… I could enjoy all the modern art and rock n roll from a vantage point of being able to appreciate it as it happened. My profession would’ve been so much more fun and interesting during a career spanning 1950 to 1990-2000…
This post brings me a chuckle as I look back. Early high school my brothers and I were tasked with tearing down a barn on a farm we rented to salvage the lumber. Dad had run back to the home place to grab some more tools or something and while he was gone we switched stations on the fender mounted tractor radio from his station to ours. When he came back he was serenaded by Jose Feliciano with the repeated "light my fire. light my fire" at probably an unnecessarily high volume. It was a hot miserable day and things weren't going all that well. He immediately went to radio saying "I'll light your G D fire" and turned it off--no radio the rest of the day. I'm guessing he wasn't in that 1% either.If you were born in 1925 and appreciated rock and roll as it developed you'd been in the 1%.
That's the age of our parents. The parents of the Boomers. And I can assure you, almost NOBODY in that generation appreciated rock and roll. Maybe 1% that made money from the sale of records or live performances.
Not a knock on you. Just adding some perspective from someone, who as a kid, got scorned from that generation endlessly because of our music.