A few nights ago, an old friend of mine and myself went down a long-winded late night pop-punk rabbit hole and she mentioned these guys to me.
Needless to say, I haven’t stopped listening to them because these guys pretty much encapsulate much of what I have felt and experienced in my nearly thirty-two years that have made up this current life time.
Which has really made me realize that, you know what?
It really is ok to not want to fall in line and be forced to live a life that I don’t want to- a life of shitty car commutes and empty relationships and miserable marriages with two point five kids and all of that nonsense.
And it really is ok to have my head kind of in the clouds with one foot out the door as long as I remain a decent human and treat people with kindness and respect.
Because the reality is that I will take dirty hands and greasy pants covered in paint splotches and hanging out with my friends under bridges or in backyards or in dimly lit taverns or over greasy diner food and an empty bank account and late nights and falling asleep on their floors and couches and air mattresses over all of that other shit that society and marketing campaigns and the powers that be tell us we should be wanting and doing and such.
