This is the life they told us we need so we can upgrade later. Wakeup. Go to school. Do an afterschool activity. Come home. Eat dinner with your family. Do your homework. Go to sleep.
Don't bother dreaming, your future is already here.
The scariest part? Every seems to buy this routine. Thwe smartest minds, the 4-point-something GPA's, they look down on anyone who doesn't follow.
Anyone who dares to dream.
In this limited routine we're supposed to be happy. Content. Gleefull. Any other adjective that can be replaced wtih ignorant. In this life we are supposed to accept what we are given and cherish our positions in life.
God forbid we ask for anything better. Because there are people in China who don't have a television programming their thoughts. Children who starve to death and never have to experience the horrors of this modern world. The tribes that don't drive sports cars and will never have to grieve their dead siblings on a rainy roads.
And somehow we have more luck then these people?
These lost, savage souls who will never have to sell themselves and their individuality. These poor bastards who will never have the opportunity to lose themselves as a cog in a well oiled machine.
Don't dream about anything else, it'll happen to everyone.

"My sister said I needed to give 2 of her friends a ride. She said they would pay for my gas. She said to trust her. However, she forget to mention what her friends looked like. Can you help me out?"
It's amazing how the Untouchables resemble society.
There sits Phil, the blondes' brother, in a car that has more then a few dents. Here stands Tami and myself; some trios were never meant to be.
"How's your couch doing?" Tami's giggling as she asks this but I don't think Phil understands why.

The rest of the day was just another slot in the routine. After getting out of the office I went to class, careful to stay awake, and did my work. Bowing my head to the mighty force that is control. The next few hours of my life passed away with nothing special to mark them.
Now, I'm not even dreaming.

"My couch is fine." Phil is looking confused and more disturbed. His eyes are sunk back into his skull today, this makes the bags under his eyes look even more black. It's hard not to notice how tired or strung-out he looks so it's no suprrise when Tami asks about them.
"I couldn't fall asleep." Phil's response.
"Why not?" Tami enters from stage left as an interrogater.
"Because I was busy thinking about stuff."
"Like what?"
"Why black holes don't crush themselves. Why the wont die. What happens to stars when they burn out."
"Well Phil, you already know what happens to stars when they burn out, they become black holes."
"So Brad Pitt will someday become a dense center of gravity? He'll suck in the mass of the world and compress it to the size of a softball?".
There's a silence around the car Phil's sitting in as Tami and I are trying to figure out if Phil's joking, or if he's just that out of it.
The silence is broken by the one who started it. "That's a real shame. I really liked that movie he was in where he killed that guy."
"Meet Joe Black?"
"What? No, the movie Seven..."
Fucking Phil.

When Phil drops us off at the gas station we pay him 5 dollars. Then we hand him another 5 and ask him to buy us a pack of Camels.
17 and a brand preferance for death. Just pity the tribes.
Seven minutes later Phil comes back out, throws me the pack and drives off. I look to the store and the attendant is staring right at me.