Selling out, slowly
I’ve been slowly selling out. Been going downhill. Remember when I got a cell phone? That was a low point. But I can’t tell you when I was truly “keeping it real,” and I’m not even sure what that means. Come to think of it, how does one exactly “hold it down” and “represent?” Maybe I was representin back in freshman year of high school when I was dressing grungy, glowering at my classmates, and generally despising life. That seems likely. But in any event, I’ve completely sold out now. I’m sure of that, even if I’m not sure what it means.
Now look at those damn shorts. Take a hard look. I went to the Gap (!) and bought them. What am I doing to myself? I’m moving further and further to the Northwestern uniform; pretty soon I’ll have Lucky jeans and a North Face jacket.
Maybe selling out is part of growing up. Maybe it’s part of joining the rat race and having a full-time job. Maybe it’ll help me get a girlfriend (I can only hope). But I have to admit: I sort of miss the mindless rebellion of early high school. Sure, I was disconsolate, angry, and unhappy. But I was keepin it real, and dammit, buying shorts from the Gap ain’t keepin it real.