Celebration of Boredom
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- July 26, 2006
I don't understand the lure of the fireworks. Actually, that's not true. I grew up in Surrey, and the fireworks were a big deal. It was exciting. I remember roaming through the throngs of equally bored and angry teenagers. I remember the adrenalin as a huge gang of us strutted along and dodged the police as we drank Molson and smoked joints. Maybe we'd drop acid or shrooms. Hell, we did that every weekend anyways. We felt like rebels. But we weren't. We were like everybody else. We were the same as the wiggers, the preppies, the jocks, the heshers, the hoochies, and the drama nerds. We invaded downtown once a year, but we felt the same emptiness as soon as the fireworks were over.
(This article was originally published in The Westender a couple of years ago. Unfortunately it still holds true. We are endorsing the bombing of Lebanese civilians while we flock to see some gun-powder explode and make pretty colours).
Tonight, as I swam against the current of hyper-sexed J-Lo clones and blinged-out wannabe gangsters, I remembered an old Bad Religion song that my friends and me would sing as we skated in underground parking lots waiting for the security guard's ever-present flashlight. "Against the grain/ that's where I'll stay/ swimming upstream". Am I the only one who took those lyrics to heart? Now all my Surrey friends drive G-rides, have cell phones, and go to the Roxy.
I waded through the hormone and weed scented air while the hordes came at me in waves. They were like sheep. So, I started bleating like one! "Baaaaah". They mostly just laughed, one of them called me a fag. I called them lemmings. They looked like TV. They looked like magazines.
Now, don't get me wrong. Its not that I hate fireworks, or hate that they're in my back yard, its that they don't happen enough. Or other things like it. These kids take in so many stimuli: from Internet, to TV, to video games, to magazines, to just walking down the bloody street; that they need to be entertained. Kurt Cobain said it, and its true. Downtown should be a party every weekend, and not just in the clubs.
As the fireworks started I thought about my cat trembling under the bed and rushed home. The noise was awesome. Car alarms went off. Buildings shook. Then I thought about Baghdad.









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I like the westender but really that blurb was lame last year it didn't get any better in a years time. The author so dying to be cooler than all those "sheep" ughh petty and boorish.