“Sup?” My young friend ask, looking over at me quick as I entered his bedroom. I don't know why but I flipped on my phone for a last look at a selection of cartoon woman, captivating most of the whole of my attention. I found them the last time I was here, and I said I would have nothing to do with them. I just knew, they look like trouble. The chorus from an Exploited song wouldn't stop echoing in my head. Don't get me wrong I love this game, but that's the problem.
“Crows man, divining the future. You know if they showed more woman in sports I might have been a jock in high school.” I declared to my friend, out of no wheres, with a chuckle.
“Where the hell did that idea come from? You letting your woke flag fly or what?” He loaded a game in a cowboy style. I leaned over and showed him my phone. “I though you weren't messing with that game?”
“I lied. Fuck the woke culture and their gay obnoxious mob.”
“Their obnoxious because they are gay?”
“No motherfucker, everybody loves a blowjob, that is no kinda surprise. When did it become socially acceptable to scream it out in public, 'I love sex' all the time? I mean like, all the time. Lets face it twitter is all the way out in the public. If they are not gay, these signalling sheep are forgetting about the shadow personality.”
“What is the shadow personality?”
“The shadow personality is the idea of the hidden reality that the subconscious believes, no matter what your mouth says. It punishes you, in some way, for lying to yourself. It dwells in all of us and it is going to kick these followers in the dick, and make them all look stupid. Some fucker somewheres, has created a program that records your tweets before you send them.”
“Get the fuck out of here, there's no program that does that?”
“Just about, you can go back on the app and delete, whatever you thought ten years ago all you want, but some other application has it recorded, under your twitter handle, somewheres else on the internet, suckers. Think about it my man, if you are not gay, and you are calling out your pronouns, in reality aren't you simply screaming out to the world that you are a super hetro? I think the truth of the matter is, that in the back of all these minds, there is a distaste for homosexuality. Nobody is willing to admit why Trump got so many Black and Latino votes man? The truth man, she's a crime in the 21st century.” He laughed and gave me a look as of if I was crazy.
“No man, they are naming their pronouns as a sign of solidarity.”
“Enter the 'shadow persona'. They are doing it as a sign of 'I want to be all cunty to strangers' without any consequencesand fuck, 'everybody else is doing it'. Haven't you heard, popularity is a strong motivational force. What they are ignoring is one of the fundamental law of the universe. For every action there's a reaction. There are always consequences.”
“Hahaha, what's another?”
“Another is an ancient Chinese secret from the book of changes, balance is essential baby.”
“Hell yeah man, without balance your all wonky and discombobulated.”
“I caught a glimpse, of the tell tale sign in the reaction when Pussy Riot released that music video where they demonstrated, having gay men on the set, will get shut down by the police. That was met with nothing but twitter hate. No screams of solidarity.”
“Yeah but they're fucking commies.” He chuckled with a shit eating grin, being a dick.
“I don't give a good god damn where the hell you wanna sick your genitals, just as long as you don't stick them on me.
“Ah ha, and there's the problem isn't it?” My friend picked up a bong with a yellow picture of a headless woman, wearing a black bikini with a protruding yellow pistol where a penis would be, if she was a man, and he packed a bowl in it.
“How's that now?”
“You are always going to hate the people that don't wanna play with your junk. Probably the reason why all wars start. It's all getting better though, you have to admit it. There is a black woman in the number two spot in the White house.”
“Motherfucker have you been in a chat room lately?”
“I'm on Twitch all the time.”
“Alexa don't let you say shit in that box, I mean any other chat box.”
“It all depends on if you type the word 'prime' before your cuss words. You just got to know what your doing.” That cracked a smile out of me for a brief second at absurdities. “What if it's a super sexy Instagram model?”
“What if it is, so what?”
“I'm saying, what if she wants to stick her genitals all over you?” My friend says exaggerating his words.
“Learn how to flirt man, charm me, take me out for some dim sum man, don't just fucking climb on. Here is the problem man, the Media is calling this a culture war. All it really is, is planned confusion. The powers of industry, were loosing profits and control, and brand new power hungry structure is grown out of this new technology, stealing ad revenue. Competition for your mind is fierce son. They have admittedly engineered a system, to shanghai your most primal motivational processes. With the interactive nature of the internet, this new faction of gazillionairs, who refuse to share the wealth, have formed a whole different kinda caste system that never existed, before they learned how to make that money on the internet. You are too young to remember what it was all like back in the good old days, and that is what they are counting on. She'll be too late once the system is set and man, now they are moving at lighting speed. I read a tweet for some bozo saying she has no problem with coding toxic apps. Mark my words man. There was an internet revolution, and they crushed it with the implementation of HTML 5. All they want you thinking about now is fart jokes. Fuckers, letting the browser spy on your history. I was just on the Johnny Fluvog's website, stop spamming me with it, stupid. The plan is to keep you fat and angry, while the refuse to pay you for shit.
“What's Johnny Fluvog?” My friend asked with a wrinkled nose. I flipped open my phone, swiped away one browser and opened another to show him the new boots I was soon getting.
“There is a knowledge revolution going on in this epoch of pod casting. We are witnessing a change of the guard man. For a short time people will be taking about crazy transformative ideas and they are all free. She ain't going to last for ever. They never do. Like I said, the powers that be wanna keep you stupid. The old school media refused to change with the new innovation, happy in the corrupt system they have set up, but now them are leaking them millions, and there is a gang of evil, horny people somewheres all pissed off bout that shit man. Control, Bret Winestein has been silenced how many times for simply offering an alternative to what 'controllers' tell everybody to think.” I used air quotes. “I saw this tweet aimed in his direction, some woman was chastising for piggy backing off of a tweet from someone with less the 50 followers. 'Not nice she says'. Jesus tweet what you want. If the point is profound, what the fuck does it matter how many people are virtually stroking your knob?” It wasn't like that before. It was a place of wonder, with animated art before letting you into every website. They all looked different because creative people where living a life of a coding experimenting. Innovators setting culture. I have fallen in love hard in a chat rooms before, more than once. Good luck that happening nowadays. It all looks the same in this new insta-world of cut and paste. Not one fiery spark of imagination nowheres. Almost nowhere. There might be a few, and they're hard pressed to find. How do you think all these alternative ideas got traction in the first place? They disregarded us, the free beautiful people, and well trolls, wolves in sheep clothing, US navy.”
“Nerds.” My friend laughed, repeating something he heard Joe Rogan say. “US Navy though?”
“The TOR project was their production?”
“Why did they create the TOR project?”
“How the fuck am I suppose to know, stop the CIA from spying on them? Would you call Prince a nerd?”
“Who's Prince?” I knew from his smile he was fucking with me.
“Jesus Christ man we're doomed. In 1981 he sang about not letting your children watch television before they know how to read.”
“That's just crazy, what's wrong with that?
“All they'll know how to do is cus, fight and breed. Sound familiar motherfucker? He was your age when he wrote that shit.” He shook his head with a quizzical look of reluctant acceptance.
“We shared anything and everything. Music was the first to suffer the profit drops. Hip Hop screaming revolution, freedom of speech just watch what you say, Rock 'n' Roll screaming fuck the government, at the time The Powers were too distracted with shutting them fuckers up and replacing them with Brittney Spears and all things bubble gum. Complacent to their impending destruction that was coming for them. No need to worry about that thing people get their porn from. Ha ha ha motherfucker, should've know better. Porn taught you how to write your business model. Fuck I hate the return of pop ups. You have to accept our privacy rules. No I don't fuck off. Throw money our way and we'll let you read our article about how the government wants you to think. Eat shit and die you evil transparent cocksucker. They were gone for a little bit. Sex is the number one motivational force for all life on this planet. You would think self preservation would be common sense. Napster and the whole idea of person to person sharing, come out and shut them down. Ironic one of the dudes that started that shit runs Spotify now. You so's and so's are drowning in straight contradiction. I gotta ask what the hell is that doing to your brains? I stole so many books I would have never found in real life. You can't find them anymore either. Ideas are dangerous. Shes the same old story. History repeating man. It all happened last century, and the century before. We learn nothing since the Romans. Walking all cyclic and shit. Crashing in the exact way they did. It's all transparent and out in the open if your not one of those kinda of people that just love to scream 'fuck you cunt, your wrong' all the time. “It should be a crime, to decease young minds.”
“Fuck you man. You don't know what yer talking about.” My friend just laughs.
“Remember that 12 year old girl band? The one the NYT's made a big deal over because her and a few of her friends made an angry punk rock song about a boy in her class.
“Not really man, that's ancient history,”
“News man, letting off click bait for a day to get people all randy, straight to the next outrageous idea to keep you all pissed off. Never ever offering solutions to anything. Old media deserves it's painful demise. To stubborn to change its ways. When I have more than three ideas running around in my head, jumping between learning a new thing or two, I'm just called a scatter brained looser, with no focus. The Linda Lindas they call themselves, hats off to them for learning how to command the rhythm, too bad their minds, oh so young, are all mixed up, disciplined by the craft of malice.
“Sarcasm's a virtue man. Are you not listening to the dating websites?” My man set a packing.
“Dating website. Singular, as in one motherfucker rules them all. Get no play if you don't, if you don't pay. Pop corn pimping, love hating fuckers. That's a whole other monopolized nightmare.”
“Man, stop fighting it you sound like someone needs to get laid. You should download Tinder, like now. Want the WiFi password?” With a slow shake of my head I look passed the phone in my hands.
“Like that some kinda prophecy, and anyways, out here that shit just don't work.” I sighed, “What was I saying?”
“You were creeping some teenie bopper punk band.”
“NOah, I was making a point in the destructive ways, these degenerate reprobate brainwash us all. Just like the tobacco companies. Hook em while they young. A colonized mind don't argue. I saw in the way the US' big headed leader, sounded out a tricky pronunciation, in the name a supposed enemy, making it fun to repeat a toxic idea. I have heard self proclaimed Trump haters, mirror his intonation. The fact that the sentiment recycles and spreads smiles, within tainted ideas, is dangerous to a simple mind. Their story, all of the children involved, proves innocence in arrogance. Youth poisoned by a political agenda. What if she kiss him first?
“Well that there is just sketchy.”
“How is wanting a kiss, not a good idea? When I was that age that was all I was trying to do. It was the only thing on all of our minds. We didn't know how to proceed, and that was half the fun. Fuck man, not like the craziness that's settles young minds today. A simple kiss, and then then let him know she was Chinese. I'm just saying, imagine the difference of out comes. That boy would have been left dizzy and changed. Lost in the contemplation of how once again his father was a jackass. How he's wrong most of the time. I might have spent the rest of the day reconsidering everything he's been told.
“You think a kiss can be that powerful?” An eyebrow cocked in his direction. I had to remember this man is still part of a generation that knows no time before Google.
“Well maybe not as powerful than being vilified internationally. I mean, we don't who the boy is, nobody seems to care, but this is a child. I can't help but think of how the situation made him feel. Forever solidifying propaganda in his mind. That sinking feeling will remain, and surface every time he lays eyes on any Asian. The lynch mob mentality gets rewarded. And you wonder why we are angry, all the time. Once, when I had a head full of dread's, I was in a Canadian Tire with my brother, and that Movie Marked for Death must have been on TV.
“I loved that Movie, you didn't like it?”
“I took this asian girl I met on the subway to see it in the theater so, no man I didn't really see it. I was distracted. Anyways, this itty bitty baby was in the arms of his father, and over a shoulder he screams, 'ON NO DADDY IT'S THE BAD GUY.' Can you believe that shit. It broke my heart man. Shtupidness forming life time impressions.
“Sheet man, I love everybody.”
“I hope you keep on believing baby. Love and hate man, always at war.” Again I sighed, “Class man, that is what is missing in the world. Once upon a time there were rules to interpersonal engagement. Don't talk about sex. Don't talk about the government, and don't talk about religion. You taught your children to hold the door open for old people, with arms full of groceries. Not no more though. The nature of these conversations are bound to get you into a fight. These are all personal subjects that are filled with emotions, designed to cause people to want to throw stones at each other. They done turned that shit into the 21st century business model.
“Come on man, god is about love, and helping your fellow man.”
“Sure if you believe in one of the faiths of Abraham sure nuff. They all believe the same ideals, and look how they love to kill each one and other. What if you are Hindu. Well you have to be converted because you believe in many gods, and fuck man, there's only one true god. If you don't see things my way. I'll kill you.” I snickered at the movie reference my friend didn't get. I had an afro to match.
“Do you like to scream?”
“Ahhh, I don't know?”
“What do you like screaming more: cunt, faggot or nigger?”
“Yikes, that was kind of aggressive.”
“How about telling me to pick a tree? Sound less aggressive, more violent though.” My friend though for a second.
“What are you talking, nobody does that kind of shit.” I kissed my teeth and though about an off the trail climb from Wreck Beach, in Vancouver when I was his age. The nobodies safe, as I couldn't see who through the wood.
“It don't matter I know the answer. I'm being rhetorical. Tell me how the fuck a Japanese language message board disintegrates into black hate? That was like, more than a decade ago man. Now a days there are all these motherfuckers just running in and out of chat rooms, all caps 'I HATE NIGGERS'. She's an evil game these fuckers are playing man, forcing how to think on everybody. On the TV when Trump got elected, all you saw was black people draping white people out of their cars and beating them. As if, the only reason this was happening was because somebody voted for a mofo, please. Demonized and setting standards at the same time. What the anchor people left out of their two minute sound bites, was all the hate cheering going on in internet chatrooms. That slow racist climb, always starting with the hooraw to the end of PC culture. Everybody and their grandmother has a cell phone. How did these news professional out for a hot scoop, miss the climb of white nationalism back then? Nope, all they show is that same image of them negro's is going crazy again. There is no difference between these two systems man, Republicans and Democrates they are all the same fraternity. They are in the mists of setting up a seriously evil system. Just in time for the next round of God fearing conservatives start a holy war, with the cry of a return to decency and good traditional American values. Armed with a constitution amended against the idea of every American freedom.
“I am Canadian motherfucker, and the views expressed by this and the last government in no way reflect the ideas or intentions of this heart son.”
“That's because you're a smart motherfucker, and a stoner.”
“I am a total stoner.”
“Yeah but the motherfucker before them was a badass. He gets no credit because he's all french and what not. Balanced the budget, and would go for the throat if you pull any shit.” I took out my phone but, resist the urge to look. There was no reason to.
“Hahaha, you still playing this game man?”
“Yeah man I'm so addicted.” I laughed, “Look who's talking. Are you ever going to leave Skyrim?”
“Oh my god don't bring that up man it still hurts.”
“There is Elder Scrolls Online you know?”
“Shut up, I'm the one that makes you watch the trailers.”
“Wait what, you haven't fixed your TV?” I sighed,
“NOah, video games are a time suck,”
“But you said” I cut him off.
“Shut up, my friend the world's coming to an end. We all addicted and we don't care.”
“What's there to care about?”
“That fucking with pronouns is a social disaster waiting to happen man, grammar is important.” He looked at me with a smile that seemed to say 'I was silly' as he asked,
“What do you mean?” I cleared my throat.
“French was my mothers first language, and for years I though, as well as anybody else she spoke to, that there was something wrong with her. Like she was slow or something. It was as if the point she was making was never clear. There was always some difficulty with people understanding what she was trying to relay. Just shy of coherent conversation. Just short of a normal intellect. I always thought it was because of the English as a second language variable, but my dad didn't have that problem.
“Was he french too?”
“No man he was Afro Latino, he spoke Spanish. Then one day it hit me, like that hockey puck that smashed into my shoulder when I was a kid, at my first hockey game. I know them fuckers where betting on who could hit the little black kid first.” He paused the game and looked over at me,
“What?” He had a look of anger about him.
“Could've been my fucking head man, never mind, bad memories returning.” I shook my head, “I was listening to my mother talk and it hit me, the problem with this so and so wasn't that her brain was busted and couldn't command the complexity of the English vernacular, it was because she was lazy.”
“Aren't we all.” He chuckled and passed me the over loaded bong.
“Instead of stating something like, 'the car is green, it is in the second underground parking lot, under the third building on the right, and watch out for the unruly American bull dog they let roam free in the park', she would say some such shit like, 'get me the something some, from over the way under there, you know the thing, and watch out for the mean whatchamacallit.”
“Yeah but, you gonna hit that”, and I did “you knew what she was talking about though.”
“Sure, I know what she was saying because I grew up having it divine her intention out of thin air, but if she was ordering a pizza, the person on the other end of the phone though she was a dough head. With all her stuttering, trying to find all them missing words, she ignore for so long.” My friend packed another bowl, and his special grin grew.
“I guess sometimes there just aren't enough words. I say some-em some-em all the time.”
“THERE'S ALWAYS ENOUGH WORDS MOTHERFUCKER AND THEY'RE CALL PROPER NOUNS. Sorry for yelling”, he laughed at the Half Baked reference. “You keep that shit up, by the time the testosterone evacuates your body, you'll be a bubbling linguistical stumble fuck too.” We both laughed.
“Listen man all of the brightest minds of our time are onJoe Rogan, and some of them, at length, state that language is the most integral part of human development.”
“Who believes that?” he asked exhaling plumes of dense, grey, soul flower smoke.
“I don't remember but, fucking with it will make all the kids retarded.”
“You can't say that man, it not politically correct.” he stated bobbing his his head right and left.
“I said it, and it is a literal truth, fucking with language, in subversive ways, will retard the development of young peoples minds. Not using proper nouns made my mother, god bless her, sound stupid. She was an old ass woman with two different grammatical structures under her belt. What is this political agenda, with its constant flow of contradiction, going to do to the minds of the future man? These ALPHA KIDS are all fucked up. I see them.
“Are you hanging around hanging around the primary schools again?”
“Shut the fuck up with that shit, that's how rumours get started. You never know who's listening.” I picked up my phone and waved it in the air, fighting the urge to make it glow.
“You are paranoid man.”
“No man, my dad was paranoid, god rest his soul. If he was alive today I could just imagine, 'Leave that fucking phone in your car man, I don't want Google fucking up my credit, because of some stupid shit you thinking about doing'.
“Man you're in rare form today, what has gotten into you?” My friend asked me while he was casting a fishing line.
“Do you want to know where it started, well today that is? I wake up, not feeling so hot but it has been the way of the walk for some time. The first thing I do, which I have to learn to stop doing, is open up my phone. It was on Instagram's search page. The first thing I see, surrounded by pictures of different artist's creations, the only reason I go there in the first place, and the fact am trying to rid of the algorithm from send me constant pictures of fitness models and the idea of gender bending, you know these are two things I never search for, whats the deal? Anyways, this and image in the middle of all that, and it boils my blood instantly.
“Oh yeah and what's that man?”
“Shirtless, tattooed black man, looking all mean, with some caption of how he's coming to dig it out raw. This company is claiming to be all open and inclusive, at the same time perpetrating the oldest fear inducing stereotype of the Black man is coming to rape you. Fuck man I hate being manipulated, and I can almost forgive some asshole out for a trollin, but fucking computer code? Fuck them and their Business model of inducing hate, division, control and suggestion. Engendering the manipulation evolutionary motivational processes to keep you locked. I hate click bait, it's straight cheep, and these fuckers are training young minds to love it. All the bloodclot nonsense dem ah smash down our throats, ah make me mad naw man.
I sighed, flicked open my my phone, and it started playing my favourite sexy, fighting music.
“Jesus Christ man, you're weren't playing that game driving here were you?”
“What? It's a straight shot from your house to mine, steering with my knee is the reason god gave me two. I don't have to worry about pedestrians any more. It's the highway.” My friend shook his head and I laughed. “Of coarse I wasn't playing while I was driving. What's wrong with you.” I flicked the game away and opened one of the web browsers on my phone which opened twitter automatic. The shit eating grin was mine to be had.
“The secret I found into the confused mind of the youth today, come to me through the chat box in this here video game I'm all addicted to. It's my little window into the child psychology building the minds of the future man. It's scary man. All the trolling and jump in racism is one thing, but one of the first evenings I was hanging out, I noticed how young the users are. I made my mind up I wouldn't engage. Chat rooms and I have a history, but there is voyeuristic kicks I get out of lurking, always did. I ain't never having kids so it's one of the tactics I use for calming that biological clock of mine.”
“Download Bumble now man. The woman do all the work, never say never.”
“I wouldn't wish this shit show on my worst enemy man never mind someone I love. When a child is born they need protection man, ain't nobody willing to do that shit now a days. I read on twitter the other day this gender bending fuck was signifying proud, bout how he's looking into hormone blockers for his four year old. What the fuck man? The Child hasn't developed language, this motherfucker is planning on interfering with his development? That shit effected me somewheres deep. Crazy schemes of greedy men is all we see now a days. 'We have addicted a nation of poor fools with our opiates, now what can we do to grow our profits margins?' Cigar smoking, mitten rubbing motherfuckers. Anyways. I'm not to saying I have never participated. I loved this chat box on that pirate movie website I loved back in the day. Them so's and so's in ah it, got me through some tough times. When you get all popular after climbing the ranks, it turns into fun when the mods let you get away with breaking rules, and the noobs cry. She's unusual making friends with people you think you might never met. I have crossed para social borders and turned these engagements into real time relationships for better and for worse. Man but that was back in the day, before all the content marketeers started writing shitty advertisement copy for crappy websites took over. Man the degradation of web culture is just sad. It had so much potential. With the flush of the normal people, trying to out shock one and other, and normalize the idea from that song until wrong feels right, lunacy will be the order of the day.
“I don't know that song?” Screw face took over as I shot a look at his bong.
“Fucking culture vampires, sucking dry all the good in everything, through advertising. All the best of anything worth a fuck don't need to advertise. There is no better publicity then the word of mouth of haters are on hate. Mean people suck. I had a girlfriend, ages ago, had a bumper sicker that said that an her car. Who would have guessed they would proliferate in the 21st century.
“Man you jaded dude.”
“Shut up and let me bitch, I need to vent. Its not healthy to repress energy this thick. That shit will bust your brain.”
“Your fucking with my high man. I'm just trying to catch a deer over here.”
“Fine I'll stop, man.”
“As if, window into kids brains, don't want you to have an aneurysm.”
“No man I feel bad now. I'm just saying the kids are all messed up, is all I'm saying.
“That is what all old fuckers have always said about the youth. It's a teenagers job to rebel.”
“What the fuck do you have to rebel against? Fucking mama's boy. I bet she bought you your first beer. Your girlfriend's been sleeping here how long now? Smoking dope in your mother's house. How long has that been going on? Sheet, when I was fifteen once I was holding a quarter for a friend. I forgot about it sitting in my hat for so long, and lifted it up to wipe sweat off of my forehead, and wouldn't you know the fucker fell to the ground. I walk on for ever, eyes bugged out repeating 'oh shit' to myself. My mother didn't notice, or so I though, and after what I though was a safe distance I look back think of an excuse to return and fetch it after we got in the car. But no, my mother sees me look, and runs back. 'I should call a cop she says' as she waved a that good dope to the wind. I would've told her it wasn't mine, but she naw cyare chaw. You young fuckers run shit. Making fools of university deans, commanding policy. Y'all need a spanking, and hear the word NO once and a while. You have no idea of the planning and plotting that one used to have to devise to get away with anything. I had older brothers and those fuckers were bad.
“Haha you were just born in the wrong era, my man.” He laughed as he started skinning.
“Fuck that shit sucker, mid way through my brains development break dancing dropped hip hop and I don't have to tell you that shit rocked and shocked nations, t'was the best time to be alive. The world finally surrender to the love of big ole butts. Nobody was listening when Queen sang that shit. Except for me.” I said under my breath and we both looked to the ceiling and laughed. “Thank you, Ladies Love cool James. You all think your super crafty, you ain't got nothing on me I haven't seen before. But that's your generation, this new one, lawd have mercy me just don't know naw man.
“No man they have internet porn man they'll be alright.” There was more laughter at that sick idea. “That there is fucked up man, 21 should be the age restriction for using a cell phone. I come home from work once, and the woman I was living with was letting her seven year old son watch this TV show called OZ, a seriously fucked up prison drama. I lost my shit. No wonder the kid has nightmares.
“Was it good?”
“It was a great show. LL was in it for a bit.”
“I'll have to check it out.”
“Bawhaha, motherfucker you couldn't handle Black Mirror, no way you could last through one of those episodes.”
“Ah no way.” my friend looked at me kinda sheepish.
“You sensitive motherfucker.
“Come on, it really couldn't be that bad?” My hand clasp my eyes as they crushed tight from a smile that had nothing to do with humour recalling stupidity.
“Oh no, I walk into the apartment, she's all dark. The woman's on the couch she hardly ever leaves, and here is the little one. Eyes bugged out silent, sitting two feet away from the idiot box, mouth wide. The main character, head pop form the bottom of the screen and spits the tip of this nazi fucker's dick he just bit off on the count the nazi was raping his ass since the beginning of the show. Lost my shit.
“I'm going to have nightmares from you just telling me that shit.”
“Your a grown ass man. The job is to protect the children man nobody shit.”
“Fuck it. I don't wanna hear the chat room story now man.”
“That was television from like 20 years ago. It took you 10 minutes to load a video on the computer. Man those days are gone.”