Open Letter to Gen-X: #8

Here I Go Again. And again. And again.

I fabbit-holed into Star Wars to escape the present and prepare for the future. My on and off the grid lifestyle confuses the feds. You’re pretty much accomplices to the after-fact. Soon to be the Now-Normal. We lost 3 years and we are still standing.

Mirable Dictu.

Watching and listening to freedom at the same time is awesome. Escaping to a galaxy far, far, away defines our reality. We don’t change. We ride evil storms. We nail down battered edges. Good times. Bad times. We slide out the backside.

Talking to you. Click to be free. On your own terms.

How can one strike up a conversation with the dreaded other? It’s so hard and awkward. So it seems. Look, she made a friend. That’s why Gen-X is so bad-ass.

And now the Dad Shit. Gen-X got screwed. How many cut-off hands can we suffer? Unwise, he says to lower your defenses. You don’t know the power.

And, now, we Battle. Inside. And. Out. Hate and Love and Hope and Disgust wrap themselves around our core. Red Leader. Come in. Blue Fox - Go Hard.

Eagle Nest to Raven: Talk to me Johnny. Come out not dead.

He ain’t heavy. Just my bro. Bang! And indeed he did. Hero doesn’t fit the man.

That’s all i got people,

hang tight - i will if you do

Ric