By Tim Mrak

I am solid Gen X Cold War Baby.
I am last of the free range kids.
I am moon landing, Watergate and Dad in Vietnam
I am ‘Led Zeppelin’ blowing through your 6 x 9’s in the back of your Firebird.
I am smoking section in high school old.

I am ‘Breakfast Club’ and ‘Pretty in Pink’.
I am fish sticks on Friday and enchiladas on Wednesday.
I am three channels of shit on the tee vee to choose from….
I am dial up modems and Napster.
I am able to roll a fat joint
outside, in the wind, on the back of my skateboard.
I am Jordache jeans and Polo.
I am payphones, beepers and walkmans.
I am heavy metal concerts in big arenas, equal parts Flock of Seagulls and Judas Priest.
I am standing in front of Radio Shack
I am bicentennial and disco old.

I am gun rack in your Ford F-150.
I am 45’s, L.P.’s, 8-Tracks, Cassettes and Cd’s.
I am V.H.S. and D.V.D.
I am Blockbuster Video.
I am ‘Bugs Bunny’ on Saturday morning.
I am public school melting pot, well-versed in geometry, but can’t do my own taxes.
I am a Red Dawn Wolverine.
I am The Day After.
I am Toxic Avenger.
I am no seatbelt, Huffy bike with a banana seat, sissy bar and no helmet, Evel friggin Knievel.
I am Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier.
I am A.B.A., Dr. J and Iceman
I am afros and bell bottoms
I am Bad News Bears and every single Star Wars… ever!
I am ten presidents old.