The "Me Generation"

There are those times when I lose a sliver of faith in humanity. The culprits? Celebrity scandals, senseless acts of violence, or any time Nicole Polizzi opens her mouth.

And then there are those moments when I'm on a lonely Kansas highway after a long day's work, and I look to my left, expecting to find more miles of barren wasteland, a windmill (rather, an army of windmills), or a nuclear power-plant spewing bile into a pond brimming with floating, lifeless fantails, but instead see a brown haired human being in the lane beside me, wearing white-rimmed sunglasses at night, holding and possibly operating an iPad, feeding, petting, and ostensibly bathing two fully-grown poodles, blaring music loud enough to be confused with a rock concert, all the while this piece of tender meat just happens to have the responsibility of the driver of a two ton, four cylinder vehicle that's barreling 85 miles per hour toward the endless horizon and on me and my hybrid.

Wind in his hair and a conscience clear as fresh, spring water.

The road ahead, lucky enough to even garner his peripherals.

Me generation? No. We're just multi-tasking savants.

In no way do I condone drinking and driving, but I'd rather you do that.

Put the phone down, put your life on hold. Buckle up and respect yourself and those around you.

Thanks for stopping by.