When I was 17, I heard this. I don’t remember exactly what I thought of it. I have this nagging feeling that, without the demand of corporate communiqué, I was spending more time with… something else, maybe confirming Hunter S: “I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours,” or maybe dreaming of Brad Pitt.

In any case, now I’m 29, it rings bitingly true.

“I think there’s a self defense mechanism that keeps my generation from having any real honest connection or commitment with our true feelings. We’re rooting for ball teams, but we’re not getting in there to play. We’re so concerned with failure and success like these two things are all that’s going to sum you up at the end”