Carry on.

Detatched…

At school there are times where I really feel like a pop vending machine in the middle of the Saharah Desert – potentially useful but not really belonging there. Being the oldest person there by 10 years, I feel quite detatched from everyone else.

One student brought a Discman (do they st ill call it discman?) to class. I asked, “What music do you have there?”

“Lincoln park… Blink 182… ” and a number of band that I’ve never heard of. Apparntly none of them have heard of Young MC, Digital underground I’m the only one in a collarred shirt and I’m the only one with a pot belly.

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