Sure, it was a little goofy sometimes and the slicked-up romantic comedy adorning the movie like your grandmother's fake flowers on the dining room table tended to be an eyesore, but
Clerks 2's bitter banter didn't loose a step from its orginal.
And then it hit me. Now in my mid-thirties, I realize I'm already enjoying the nostalgia of the early 90's.
I knew it existed, but this is the first time I'd felt it.
Sadly, the friends I hung-out with married the sentiments of aimlessness.
I joined them in the day-to-day muse of trying to feel good and get by at the expense of tomorrow. Hell, in some ways that hasn't changed.
In our mid-twenties, we acted as if we didn't care, though the weight was evident in our faces.
Maturity's a long, slow process and I love most of the changes.
But I know I'll never have as much fun.
That's o.k. I'm learning news ways of fun even if it's less thrilling.
Shredder is now diving head-first off the automahn and purposefully landing straight down on his head. He's laughing so I let him continue.
I got off on the sentimental rush of the movie. Two of my favorite songs of the 90's,
1979 and
Misery played entirely.
Kevin Smith now peddles nostalgia and I eat it up.