NOTHIN' but trouble.
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Drug-taking, alcohol-guzzling, video game-playing, narcissistic, baggy pants and backward cap wearing, swearing, uncaring, glaring, sneering, jeering, think-the-world-owes-them-everything, lazy, good for nothing kids.
You know what I'm talking about.
We can pretend all we like but this generation of teenagers is clearly the single most self-absorbed, slovenly, impolite, disrespectful and unambitious rabble ever to press the soles of their over-priced brand name sneakers upon the crust of this clearly god-forsaken earth.
None of them give a damn about anything but themselves. None of them I tell you.
All they care about is their too-loud music doof-doofing out of their souped-up cars and where and when their next party will be held _ at which they will make an abhorrent amount of noise without thought of the rights of their neighbours to enjoy peace and serenity once the sun falls and the moon rises.
Never happened in my day.
No, we never drove around in suped up cars with our music turned up so loud it could be heard three blocks away.
Okay, well, maybe we did.
But everyone likes Guns N Roses and Nirvana and Black Sabbath and Led Zepplin _ not like the rubbish they listen to today _ so that doesn't matter.
And we never partied into the wee hours, thoughtlessly disturbing the neighbourhood, drinking irresponsibly and taking drugs.
At least, I can't remember too many of those types of parties.
True, I probably should be able to remember them, but I can't so they clearly didn't happen.
Did they?
Well we never walked around in baggy pants with our bums hanging out looking like gangsta hoods.
We wore tight jeans and flannelette shirts and %^&*-kicker boots and looked like, well, a different kind of hood.
But this is not about us, because we know the world doesn't revolve around us.
It's about them.
It's about how much they annoy us, disturb us and occasionally frighten us.
And how they should be more like us and act more like us and think more like us and worry about the same things we worry about and be more understanding of how the way they dress and behave and the things they do make us feel.
And how their youth and freedom makes us more than a little jealous because it reminds us of what we've had to leave behind.
In short, they should stop thinking about themselves and realise it is not really all about them.
It's all about us!
Oh.