Sunday, January 9, 2011

A Child of the 60's.

I have a roommate that was born two and a half decades late.

His name is Trevor Whitlock, and he is a poster child of the 60's. The kids shaggy hair and wiry frame are being soothed for hours on end as he listens to running tracks by Jim Morrison, Lynard Skynard, and The Rolling Stones.

At times he is off in his own little world. Peace, love, and happiness are his lifetime goals, and I respect the kid for wanting to be a flower child. The recurring dream that keeps revolving in his mind night after night may be being trapped in a never ending shuffle of orgasmic concerto that was once called Woodstock. But that was over 40 years ago, and unless he finds Austin Powers' time machine, all he can do is just sit back and reminisce about the great times that he never had.

What do you think?


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