Pais e filhos e vice-versão também

A história repete-se a cada geração. Fazemos o papel de filhos quando tapamos os ouvidos e não achamos piada nem encontramos razão nas chamadas de atenção para vinte e tal anos depois usarmos os mesmo argumentos para que nos ouçam.

When I was growin' up, my dad and I used to go at it all the time, over almost anything.

I used to have really long hair, way down past my shoulders, and I was seventeen, or eighteen, Oh man, he usedta hate it and we got to where we'd fight so much, I'd spend a lot of time out of the house, and in the summer it wasn't so bad, cause it was warm, and your friends were out. 

But in the winter, I remember standing downtown, and it'd get so cold, and when the wind blew, I had this phone booth that I used to stand in, and I used to call my girl, like, for hours at a time, just talkin' to her, all night long. And finally, I'd get my nerve up to go home, and I'd stand there in the driveway, and he'd be waitin' for me in the kitchen, and I'd tuck my hair down in my collar, and I'd walk in, and he'd call me back to sit down with him. And the first thing he'd always ask me was 'What did I think I was doing with myself?' And the worst part about it was I could never explain it to him. 

I remember I got in a motorcycle accident once, and I was laid up in bed, he had a barber come in, and cut my hair and man, I can remember telling him that I hated him, and that I would never ever forget it, and he used to tell me 'Man, I can't wait till the army gets you, when the army gets you, they're going to make a man out of you, they're gonna cut all that hair off, and they'll make a man out of you' And this was in I guess, '68 when there was a lot of guys from the neighbourhood going to Vietnam. 

I remember the drummer in my first band coming over to my house, with his marine uniform on, to say that he was going, and that he didn't know where it was. A lot of guys went, and a lot of guys didn't come back, and a lot that came back weren't the same anymore, and I remember the day I got my draft notice, I hid it from my folks, and three days before the physical, me and my friends went out, and stayed up all night, and when we got on that bus to go that morning, man, we were all so scared. 

And I went, and I failed.

But I remember coming home after I'd been gone for three days, and walking in the kitchen, and my mother and father were sitting there. My dad said 'Where you been?' I said 'I went to take my physical' he says 'what happened?' I said 'They didn't take me', and he said 'That's good'