Generation Jones

When we were old enough to sit up on our own, Mom and Pop
plopped our impressionable, young (still developing?) brains down
in front of the boob tube and we watched in rapt fascination as
the mightiest nation on earth got its ass handed to it by

little people in black pajamas and sandals made from shit we’d
thrown away, while simultaneously putting a human being on
the god damned moon. If you think that didn’t fuck us up,
I suggest you think again.

They call us Generation Jones and say we’re obsessed with keeping
up with those proverbial people, or that we’re jonesin’ for a fix of the
good life that’s always existed just outside our reach. I’m not so sure
because I can’t see we care that much about anything. How can we when

we saw our older brothers and sisters riding high on that crazy post-war
boom, expecting the same for ourselves. But our defining moment wasn’t
a war or a movement, it was the bust of that boom, leaving us with
ghost towns and gas lines as we sat, wrapped round the block, begging

to pay two or three times as much for the same old calcified carcasses
as our elders had just a few years before. Finding out the world’s a pregnant
pile of shit was tough, made tougher when we were tossed in with those
arrogant, entitled asshole Boomers. It’s fucked us up for years. Forced

to suck it up and make common cause with bastards who fucked us out of 
our birthright (without even the decency to offer us a bowl of stew in return), we tried so god damned hard to be something we knew we weren’t, hoping against hope that we’d reach that promised land.

But, it never happened. Now, some of us are finally finding a way to
say “Fuck it. I’m out” and leave behind that bullshit we were taught from
birth. that grinding it out from the cradle to the grave is the gold standard
of a grown up. We’re hitting the road in ‘Bagos made from box trucks, doing

odd jobs to get by and carving out a life we actually want to live instead
of punching a clock and making widgets until we collapse from
the sheer fucking boredom of it all. You can take your “gold” standard and shove it where the sun don’t shine ’cause Generation Jones ain’t fucking with

that shit anymore. In the words of our voidoid prophet:
we belong to the blank generation
and we can take it or leave it each time.