"It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others. " - my new headline won't fit in the paultry space alloted by Myspace (ironic, eh?)
I was born a poor white child in East Texas, not too far from the Louisiana border. After moving to Dallas a few years later, I've matured into the poor white 30-something dude you see before you now. I guess the thing that impresses me most is how things have changed so much since I was a kid. Everyone growing up thinks "I'll never be one of those old dudes who says 'ya know sonny, back in my day...'". But here we are. When I was a kid, it was cool to drive around living out of a van with a dog named Boo and sing about it. Then it suddenly became achingly uncool. Then Sublime came along and did something totaly different - they drove around living out of a van with a dog named Loui and sang about it and suddenly it was cool again. Things that make you go "hmm". I will always miss lead-based-paint baby cribs, child toys with sharp projectiles and perfect-sized removable parts that fit snugly in a 2-year-old's throat, cars with no seat belts and worse brakes, children being able to stand up in the rear floorboard of a moving vehicle or the bed of a truck rolling down the highway at 70mph, Stretch Armstrong with his yummy toxic gooy filling, cereals with names like "Sugar coated honey dipped shugar smacks" and pouring a big bowl and adding even more sugar, racially insulting Saturday morning cartoons, and how many kids (before AC outlet covers were in vouge) started down the road of the scientific method by answering the age-old question "why does a butterknife blade look like it would fit perfectly in that electrical outlet". It's a wonder any of us are left to spread the gospel...
