Everything was better 60 years ago. Everything. Who wouldn't swap fun-free, debased, impoverished, small-thinking, smokeless, hand-to-mouth, neo-Communist 2018 for free-wheeling, jet-age, atmospheric nuclear testing, acid-experimenting, Dolce Vita 1958 in a minute, really?
Don't want to piss on this detour into '50s aesthetics, but it was the first nice image of 'booze and fags' I could find on Google Search.
Corpsey is probably right. A whole generation of zonked-out OAPs with VR headsets, grinning inanely while virtual-hang gliding, is what we've got coming to us. Pass the smack.
Well that's fair enough, I mean white people wouldn't even take drugs were it not for the nefarious Chinaman using opium to enslave innocent white girls in the dens of Limehouse and Liverpool or the negro jazz player with his seductive marijuana cigarettes.
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