“In a way, it was sort of depressing, too, because you kept wondering what the hell would happen to all of them. When they got out of school and college, I mean. You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that always talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddam cars. Guys that get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at golf, or even just some stupid game like ping-pong. Guys that are very mean. Guys that never read books. Guys that are very boring.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
I've been having a bad case of the nostalgia's lately. Feathered haircuts and flares. Faded film, overexposure and Super-8. Its a good thing I have a blog to get it out of my system so I don't go around subjecting the GP to my weird penchant for sun-bleached hair, sitting on peoples cars and frisbees and shit.
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