I'm a "tweener" born before the boomers and just after the depression era. I was an attempt to keep my old man out of the army. Didn't work. He was drafted before I was born and didn't get home until spring of '46. I'm guessing that most of my peers are also attempts to stay ahead of the draft. That or a hot leave before shipping out.We were latch key kids. We had to have some superpower to get us through.
The email to Ono is not the saddest part of this. The saddest part of this is that Ono will seriously look into it.
This is more evidence that cheating is the only way they know how to play a game. They literally can't even serve a suspension without figuring out some angle to get around it
Did you not have trash cans where you grew up? Fuuuuuuck, that shit never even made it on my bus ride home.He was referring to art class days sucking for latch key kids because you had to lug the shit home and unlock the door with your hands full.
1st world problems to be sure but I do remember hating art class because I had to take all that bullshit home.
