The grating generation

I've been having this recurring nightmare. I am trapped in a tiny room full of very dull people. They look a little bit like me -- played out, slightly decrepit. They can't stop talking about themselves and how tough things are for them. Their aging parents are a burden. Their children don't appreciate them. The talk is about money, money, ... (Full article: 741 words)

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