Look, no one is more successful at making a fool out of you than you yourself. So, of course I’m going to encourage you.
My goal is to humiliate the Kids to the point that they choose to leave ILP.
That will never happen of course – you and your ilk now own the place – but the thing about waiting for godot is that none of that actually matters.
It’s all essentially interchangeable with everything else. And one day when you are no longer “young and beautiful” yourself, you’ll think, “so that’s what he meant by it”?
You know, if you don’t cross the street and get hit by a bus today.
The original is actually a sort of celebration. It really puts you in that place, throwing on some bluejeans to stumble onto a big city sidewalk in a beer-attenuated hangover haze. And it’s really, with all the emo thoughts, that’s actually a nice feeling. A kind of privileged closeness to the sun (sleeping city sidewalk).
But then Johnny Cash turns it into a fucking emo anthem.