I name video game protagonists my son’s name now. The older characters in games are 27. I’m above that by a skip and a jump.
He’s the hero now. He has to inherit the world that we left him. He can hate us as he feels fit, and his rage can change the world in ways our rage never did.
Or maybe that way of thinking is over and he’ll fight to be the best capitalist there ever was.
I don’t know, I’m on the Saikyo line buzzed coming home thinking about life listening to Billy Joel.