Oohh when I was a kid we took drugs and played with dynamite legally. So what. You wouldn't have survived ten hours trying to keep up with us in the age of AIDS and DARE. You want to know who's the real rebel? Who's really HARDCORE? It's not you. It's the kid who manages to get his leatherman pocket tool past TSA by placing it standing up as his bag goes through the XRAY. It's the kid who cooks his own meth out of cold pills and matchsticks.
But But But I was at Woodstock and at Altamont. No you god damned weren't. There were only 450,000 people at Woodstock. Then your hippy minstrels added 50,000 people to the count by pulling numbers out of their ass. By the time we got to Woodstock we were half a million strong. No you were more then two standard deviations off your figures. Then in the 80's as your generation started to go bald you all started claiming you were there. Like I'm supposed to be impressed. You know what I was at the first Lolapalooza. It was the US festival of the 90's.
So cut off that damn ponytail and move out of Santa Fe. Maybe you won't be such a god damned cliche.