There’s a trash can by the computer that I’ve been spitting all my loogies into for the last few days. It’s got about a half inch of loog in the bottom, and stains and streaks of dried ones everywhere. I’ve offered everyone a dollar to look in it, but no one will… Wonder why?
We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first “lost generation” nor today’s lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak.