
“Nihilists! Fuck me. I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it’s an ethos.” – Walter, The Big Lebowski
A friend of a friend swayed side to side in a football tailgate haze a couple weeks back. Beer and cigarette smoke fumed from his pores. He took a sip of Miller Lite and pawed at his freshly grown porn-stache and scruff.
“I don’t trust a man who can’t grow one,” he said. “Matter fact, I don’t trust anyone who’s born after the Berlin wall fell. Until they know true evil, they’re just living a life of nihilism.”
Fast-forward to that Tuesday and I’m standing across from a young, sandy haired, Best Buy salesclerk — born after the Berlin wall came tumbling down, undoubtedly — growing the beginnings of his own porn-stache and scruff. I handed him a clean, sealed copy of Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 2, proud to be buying good Hip-Hop for once in what seemed like forever.
The clerk leaned in and said in an aside of confidence, “If it’s in Cuban, why is everybody buying this?”
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