I dunno, man — did I take all the cues in my life growing up from black and white movie detectives and tv loose cannon cops? It seems like it, somedays. Maybe that’s the problem with mid generation x parenting. It was half television, half intrusiveness. Maybe that’s why my generation grew up so fucked up all you need is a bunch of disaffected one-liners and a whole bunch of made-up neurosis to get by. All our heroes were jerks and the only good guys were jokes set up by fifty years of previous pop culture. Honor was just another code word for clueless. We wanted drugs and stupid teenage rebellion and bad pop music, and we just got meta-contextual forerunners with complicated in-jokes. Maybe that’s why nothing makes sense anymore. Every play and movie just ends with the same question; was that okay? Did we do a good job? Are we smart enough to play?
Well, are we?