I step onto the Metro tonight exhausted and ready for my warm bed. An old friend was in town and so we went out for a few drinks, dinner, and laughs. we drank to be social, and surprisingly did not go beyond the "post-man I am starting to feel it" phase. Nevertheless, I sit down completely absorbed in my current "starting to feel it" phase ready to get home to my exhausted girlfriend passed out upstairs.

I am not greeted by a quiet Saturday train despite it only being 11:30 on a Saturday, but rather a packed train full of "I'm not 21 and I am drinking beer on a train bitch" kids holding a cooler full or Bud and openly passing them out to all girls nearby. thry are yelling nonsense about authority and how it is not for them and how if someone were to say something they say fuck and shit and piss on your mother, etc.

Despite my tendency to get involed in things that do not concern me, I kept my mouth shut and instead pulled open my mobile blog to write rather than react. a few minutes ago one of them dropped an open beer on the floor and watched it pour onto the carpet of this new Metro train. How dare he defile my precious train. Does he think this is the Boston T or the Chicago L? So rather than step into his face and tell him what a young prick he is, thinking the world is out to get him etc. etc. I choose to include the word bitch in my entry and make a note to be sure to write that he is a young prick when appropriate.

The guy next to me has a mole on his eyebrow the size of a raisin.

I learned two valuable lessons while sitting here:
- It is better to not get involved, despite feelig that your contribution will profoundly change the life of some kid who thinks he is above all authority and criticism when it is actually only making you feel better.
- Some people have no respect for common property that has to be shared by all and the parents who raise these kids to be like this should either never had kids or simply given their baby to a family desperately looking to adopt and looking forward to raising a child witha positive influence on society.

Alas, I am beginning to ramble. The bottom line is that as America gets older, it seems that our youth is taking more and more forgranted. Generation Y, my generation, is now know for its feeling of derservance. We want instant gratification: I completed this project which means a promotion or pay raise etc. We ake forgranted the way things were for our parents and how hard they worked to get there. We ave nice thing available to us, and have been set up for success, because of the hard work of our parents. It is up to us to make them proud.
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