That's about right.

Subway ride. Hash browns and breakfast sandwiches. The new Yeah (x3) leaking through my headphones - I read this:

By this age our folks
had fought wars, had kids, built lives.
We're just hungover.
Monuments to our potential
we are paralyzed by all we could do.
Grow the fuck up, right?
It's simple to say.
But then...
Will we still get our cake coke??

(fuck I am restless)