these college kids are tiny little people. babies with beer bongs and books and they lay out on the same patch of grass that we did enjoying the weather but their conversations are not as clever. smoking dope in their skinny jeans and miniskirts; ironic t's. they share notes and jokes and STDs. i step on them with my grown up feet and they laugh and dance to the beat of a song that i tried listening to. it's crap. that one kid looks like john cusack in say anything. i'm so old.
