I heard this song on NPR when I lived in San Diego.

Wait. This album came out three years ago.

OK. I heard this song on... hmm...

Well, I don't actually know. I think I was driving.

Maybe I wasn't.

In September of 2006, I was...

21. Barely finishing my first month of being an active Twitter...er. Twitterer. Being incredibly emo over a break up that I should have been relieved about. I'd been 21 for 6 months and had yet to go to a bar, because I didn't really like to do anything. I think my main pass times at 21 were fanatically researching somewhat obscure (but totally in my demographic) Christian religious bullshit (Gnosticism) and searching for women who would tolerate me (and sleep with me, if there was something reasonably attractive about them) on OKCupid.

21 was like three years ago, that wasn't that long ago at all. It feels far away, because really, at that point, my "real life" had yet to even begin. I wonder that, in three years, I'll feel this same way about this time in my life. Part of me hopes I do, because I fear that "this is all there is" at this moment in time, like we all do sometimes, but another part of me thinks that I'll be the same as I am, just improved, maybe I'll have a six-pack or something. Maybe I'll own whatever the best Google phone is in three years. That'll make me pretty cool, I think.

Then another part of me realizes that our financial system is crumbling because it seems like everyone who traded a bunch of numbers around as if it were play money in a gigantic world-wide video-game just realized they were trading around a bunch of play money in a gigantic world-wide video-game when someone made a big mistake and actually asked for some real money that they could do something with aside from just swap it around between themselves for shiggles.

I'm pretty sure that we'll all be dead in 3 years. If it's not 2012 alone that kills us (and keep in mind, I don't believe in ghosts, nor aliens, but I'm totally certain we're going to transcend our physical forms and turn into trans-dimensional beings on the 21st of December 2012) then it's going to be the all out panic that occurs when everyone in the real world realizes that bits of paper are just as worthless as bits of numbers because they all mean fuck all when the rest of the world decides your bits of paper aren't 'real money' and then we'll just tear each other apart.

It's going to be rad. There will be fires. We won't have to worry about the government shutting down our raves. The roving packs of raiders in cage vans who drive into the middle of our raves and snatch up a couple people to sell them into slavery will still be a problem, but some of us will have awesome hair, like this guy with suits of leather armor. We'll fight over gasoline.

Or maybe the ice caps will melt and we'll fight over gasoline and dirt on big boats and shit. That'll be cool, too. Some of us will have gills.

Or maybe it won't be like that at all and there will be cities strewn across the US that merely lack the unifying aspect of a postal service, of a postman as it were, to re-band together and recreate the United States of America!

The future is going to be rad no matter what.