I think some of this is the trouble with aging, but I am wistful and sentimental for hanging out. I miss picking up the landline, calling a buddy and asking if I can come over. Without the internet, with no real video game console, or anything. Just show up, and talk to a person. I do not really remember much of the specifics of college anymore, but I know we walked all around Milwaukee and stopped in and just hung out with friends. Sometimes we just fell asleep on the couch, and woke up the next day and went about our business.
This is still my life. Of course, my friends and I still make zines and mixtapes, too, so it’s not surprising that I guess we’re socially anachronistic, as well. Come down to Chicago and hang out with us sometime.
This is still my life. Of course, my friends and I still make zines and mixtapes, too, so it’s not surprising that I guess we’re socially anachronistic, as well. Come down to Chicago and hang out with us sometime.