I wasn’t really “with it” when I was a teenager. I’m still not with it, despite impressions you might get from this here quasi-hip blog.
For example, one day at school, some kids were talking about rap. We were probably outside at recess smashing snow in each other’s faces. A majority of the kids in school were children of US Diplomats, meaning they all lived in Virginia. So when one kid asked me if I knew where Compton was, I answered, “Virginia.”
Any reaction by the other kids you can imagine is probably accurate.
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well excuuuuuuuse me. for me, it's a delicate dance between self-reflexively indulgent and crapulent.
Posted by skorloff | February 10, 2007 8:16 PM
Posted on February 10, 2007 20:16
no kidding. what a tool.
Posted by p-man | February 10, 2007 8:16 PM
Posted on February 10, 2007 20:16
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wow, p-man. you give this guy the reins to your blog for a coupla weeks and suddenly he's such a critic! methinks you might have created a monster.
Posted by heather | February 10, 2007 8:16 PM
Posted on February 10, 2007 20:16
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hey, i'm givin' ya pearls here. these stories are cool. you don't like 'em, make your own blog about dishwashers. or wine labels (published verbatim).
Posted by p-man | February 10, 2007 8:16 PM
Posted on February 10, 2007 20:16
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maybe you should think about changing this blog's name to "moscowman". bring back the dishwasher already. or the pedantic posts about expensive wine.
Posted by skorloff | February 10, 2007 8:16 PM
Posted on February 10, 2007 20:16