Yesterday, my fiancée told me, “Get over it. Your decade has passed.” Wow. And my response? “Hm. Well, you’re ugly.”
But, sadly she is right. The glorious decade of bright lights and colors, synthesizers and mind-numbing cocaine had passed before I even had a clue I was living during it. And now, I am reduced to that guy wearing his Wayfarers and super-neon Nike windbreakers, all the while dreaming of and trying to live out the glory days I never had.
So if you’ll excuse me, I am going to hop on this Elevator of Love. And no, she is not invited.