excerpt from Generation of Swine - Hunter S. Thompson
There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It’s a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.
One of the several million reasons I never want to live anywhere but NYC:
I was at Hale & Hearty for lunch and when I ordered NE Clam Chowder the guy behind me called me a “sympathizer” and a “traitor” and then the guy in front of me goes, “Dude. We won. Get over it.” Then the guy behind the counter serving the soup says to the first guy “no soup for you.”