GOLDEN HANDCUFFS!
Money means different things to different folk...
Do you have rental agreements or mortgages that last your working life?
Do you pay monthly for a car you will never own?
Did you marry young and thought 'Fuck... I thought there'd be more than this!'
Life is designed to extract all your cash so you can't dream about doing something normal with your life. When you succumb to this you even lose the will to dream about a normal life.
Dull and sad daydreams about winning the lottery... promotion when you are too old to make it round the golf course... pissing yourself because you fucked up at work and hoping you can stave off disaster till next week...
Freedom means different things to different folk...
When I first moved to America in the mid 80s it's all them Yanks talked about... which was funny really because the Americans aren't free at all. Spring break is about as close as most of them will ever get to it.
And that's a shame. I like Americans but they are the worst nation in the world when it comes to loading up responsibilities on the young so they simply can't even think about a normal life.
Happiness means different things to different folk...
Friday night with the boys at Bennigans? That's living, eh?
Locking yourself in your spare room where you keep the computer for a decent wank away from the girlfriend/wife/significant pest! That's the way to live...
How much control do you really have over your life?
And more importantly when are you gonna fucking do something about it?
GOLDEN HANDCUFFS!
Money means different things to different folk...
Do you have rental agreements or mortgages that last your working life?
Do you pay monthly for a car you will never own?
Did you marry young and thought 'Fuck... I thought there'd be more than this!'
Life is designed to extract all your cash so you can't dream about doing something normal with your life. When you succumb to this you even lose the will to dream about a normal life.
Dull and sad daydreams about winning the lottery... promotion when you are too old to make it round the golf course... pissing yourself because you fucked up at work and hoping you can stave off disaster till next week...
Freedom means different things to different folk...
When I first moved to America in the mid 80s it's all them Yanks talked about... which was funny really because the Americans aren't free at all. Spring break is about as close as most of them will ever get to it.
And that's a shame. I like Americans but they are the worst nation in the world when it comes to loading up responsibilities on the young so they simply can't even think about a normal life.
Happiness means different things to different folk...
Friday night with the boys at Bennigans? That's living, eh?
Locking yourself in your spare room where you keep the computer for a decent wank away from the girlfriend/wife/significant pest! That's the way to live...
How much control do you really have over your life?
And more importantly when are you gonna fucking do something about it?
GOLDEN HANDCUFFS!
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