I grew up in the 1950s and early 1960’s.  I can remember running through the neighborhood when we were twelve or thirteen doing silly kid stuff like knocking on doors and running (ding,dong ditch) or throwing crabapples at cars. A couple of times the police caught us – one time

Hey, its hip to view the world as dark, post-secular, meaningless, purposeless, and full of isolation! It is the sign of a true artist, right? And if you are good-looking or have money, you are not just a boorish, self-absorbed, pessimist. Girls think you are misunderstood and noble and they