there are few things that bring together jaded thirty-somethings and eighteen year olds high on caffeine and lean, but I think the one (1) thing that does is 30/90 by Andrew Garfield. Like
36 year old man with a mortgage who gets an uncomfortable feeling of dread in the back of his throat when he sees how the things he loved as a kid are now relics of a dead past: Gettin’ older sucks, huh?
18 year old kid, shaking from adrenaline high and terror, watching as the blue ‘one’ and ‘eight’ candles on their cake burn down to piles of wax because blowing them out will make it Real, and they’re suddenly on the verge of tears because they’ll never be small enough to cry on their mother’s lap again and they can’t play in the mud anymore and they’re being thrown into something grey and void of rest, knowing that the years that they can spend getting drunk and spraying graffiti on buildings (already a failed attempt at prolonging youth) are running out like grains of sand in a relentless hourglass: Yeah :(