I got old
Scoring smoke cross town down and out in the big city- gotta
have connects cause gotta have dope and you may be deaf after
too loud Skatenigs but it's worth seeing the city asphalt vanish
beneath the wheels of Austin's proverbial steel chariot and end
up way out here in strip mall suburbia- no inner city shit here- it's
everywhere and the boys are drinking obligatory brew-someone's
girlfriend thinks the weightlifting woman on TV is gross-
the boys are big white Irish and German playing darts listening to
gangsta' rap and between throws looking at color full blank TV
screen with hormone laden eyes- what was stoner then is not
stoner now but I get a good bag- weed's what we share- rest's
just a cliché generational chasm and it's a wonder we are from
the same planet- everything's louder bigger- music regurgitated-
words about how tough they are or how won't take any shit and
just so fucking angry and it's gotta be words of the street
and the street is tough- purple like bruise and when you fall it
really hurts- Out in driveway got the bmw with the aerodynamic fin make
sure it grips god damn road- don't wanna fall off earth out into
nothing space- like it here- everything so big so loud so tech-no-
logic and there are just so many TV channels, movies, strip clubs,
sports cars, bars, tits and ass, nets, webs and speakers man,
loudest we've ever heard anywhere or will ever hear again.
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