Wednesday, August 29, 2007

auto:story of a boy

this is the first paragraph of my upcoming NY Times "Best Seller", Auto,
it's a SEMI-autobiographical story
silently screaming

It's not every day that you see a son carry his mother home when she's had a little too much to drink. Well that's a reoccurring theme in my life. I though parents were supposed to care for their children and protect them from all harm, not the other way around. Anyways, this is what life is for me right now; well actually this is what life has been for me for the past five months. See I'm part of what certain people would call Generation Y, too young to have fully experienced the return of the "Revolution of the 60's and 70's" that Generation X fought so passionately to recreate to give some sense of worth to their lives ,too old to be walked hand-in-hand to our schools or other institutional destination by our parents. We are too young to live on our own and to old to live at home. We are the world's middle children. We are the spoiled brats, the tiresome gum chewers, we are the late night Myspace whore, energy drink addicts, we are the emotionally depressed for no good apparent reason. And for all these reasons we are the unnoticed.

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