THE_REAL_OBLIVION
Bluelight Crew
Has it ruined your life, at least for a while? I know it did for me and how I went into drugs I swore I would never do (I was a psychonaut/weed guy and doing very well after my first year of college). Then this fucking thing happened and even if I am not American, NYC is 5 hours south from me, it kind of felt like I was being told by certainly not some guys with walkie talkies in a cave, but by some power that introduced itself to the western world who told us who were 18-20 then that we were not going to have a good life after we're done working, if we ever can stop working, we won't get the fat pensions baby boomers are enjoying or about to enjoy in the next few years and relax for 20-30 years with some dignity?
I did recover but 9/11 and everything that came from it, which is a mountain of ever growing height of blood, sweat and feces and "bugsplats", the 90's had some kind of crazy really covered-up shit like WTC 93 and OKC but that wasn't really anything for a Canadian to worry too much about other than feel very horrible, I remember, I was a paperboy when OKC happened and the picture on top of the newspaper was a freaking dead child carried by a firefighter. But I forgot about it, life still had positive novelty to it.
I can't find much positive novelty other than my guitar playing when I record myself and cut and paste good riffs I come up with. Nothing outside my own internal world, which I'm glad I can even have considering the state of affairs, the US is like a banana republic these days, not far away from being considered a fascist third world country. The amount of benzos I need to go to work and not lose my mind is quite staggering. Anybody who wasn't even a New Yorker like me got I guess delayed PTSD or I guess a long run with hard drugs after things going great for them until 9/11 ? It seems like it was a message to our generation, no you won't afford to even be a slacker like the guys who were your age in the early-mid 90's, you'll slave your ass off even if it's a relatively good job you have, you still live in a very regular condo and bills piss you off because everything's a rip-off these days....
I did recover but 9/11 and everything that came from it, which is a mountain of ever growing height of blood, sweat and feces and "bugsplats", the 90's had some kind of crazy really covered-up shit like WTC 93 and OKC but that wasn't really anything for a Canadian to worry too much about other than feel very horrible, I remember, I was a paperboy when OKC happened and the picture on top of the newspaper was a freaking dead child carried by a firefighter. But I forgot about it, life still had positive novelty to it.
I can't find much positive novelty other than my guitar playing when I record myself and cut and paste good riffs I come up with. Nothing outside my own internal world, which I'm glad I can even have considering the state of affairs, the US is like a banana republic these days, not far away from being considered a fascist third world country. The amount of benzos I need to go to work and not lose my mind is quite staggering. Anybody who wasn't even a New Yorker like me got I guess delayed PTSD or I guess a long run with hard drugs after things going great for them until 9/11 ? It seems like it was a message to our generation, no you won't afford to even be a slacker like the guys who were your age in the early-mid 90's, you'll slave your ass off even if it's a relatively good job you have, you still live in a very regular condo and bills piss you off because everything's a rip-off these days....
