"FWLS61" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

See, adulthood, conformity, and boredom are like burglars.
They study you for the first ten or so years of your life,
watching you do all sorts of meaningless yet fun things. Then,
they cautiously slip into your mind under the guise of logic and
wisdom. Once in, you can almost never get them out, and spend
the rest of your dreary life wondering where your sense of
adventure went. Where your wacky ideas went. Where your
inclination to do spontaneous and zany things like see what
happens when you fill a balloon with maple syrup and throw it
went.

Kinda hard to avoid happening, especially in your late high
school years where the pressure's on to 'make something of
yourself', but I manage to avoid the pitfall of Seeking Success.
Like a garage band. We wouldn't get a contract, we wouldn't make
a million credits, we'd be wasting time but it would be fun and
pointless and that's all that matters. I'm a proud member of
Generik Silly and strive to seek that level of wackiness.

Franny's an aspiring one. She's got the drive and the
randomness down pact, but her attention span rivals that of the
common flea. Well, mine is no great span of history either, but
it's enough to finish whatever I happen to be doing at the time.
Jack's got an attention span that rivals most rock formations.
You could plop him in front of the learning channel and come back
two days later to watch him staring intently at the screen, alert
and alive.

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Come on in, Franny," I called, not needing to check who it
was. She always arrived first.

"Where should I set up?" she asked, supporting the weight of
a cheap keyboard and a slew of flopticals under her no-workout
arms.

"Garage, obviously," I said. "Can't be a garage band
without a garage."

"You don't have a garage," she replied, setting the gear
down on my bed. "This is an apartment."

"Okay, we'll have to construct a garage first," I said.
"Then we can play."

"I'll go get some wood," she said, and promptly left.
Always quite the go-getter, that girl.