You were raised on moral lessons; we were raised on an institutionalized asylum. Our childhood mornings consisted of a rooster whose entire life goal was to apply a structural 2×4 to a dog’s spine, a duck whose existence was a manic, seizure-inducing primal scream, a rabbit who used tactical drag to bypass the Geneva Conventions, and a stuttering pig who considered a 12-gauge shotgun a standard tool for civil debate. And let’s not forget the tiny, bearded rage-grenade with two pistols and a total meltdown complex. We survived the trenches. We are not the same.
Boomers…
