We Made It
By Kevin L. Harris
In the first 4 years of the 1990’s, hundreds of young people graduated from Roosevelt High School in Fresno, CA. These kids were labeled “Generation X” . But not all of us smelled like teen spirit. Some of us smelled like 87 octane and hot wax. Some of us smelled like 4 years of college with no marketable major. Some of us smelled like a few years of making pizzas, followed by a 2 year commitment to the Church, or a 2 year stint as one of Americas Finest.
Some of us tried to live up to that Seattle, grunge rock image. Some if us gave our lives like Kurt Cobain. Some of us rode the Dot Com market to the very high rises that only 60 year old CEO’s occupied. Some of us never went to college. Some of us got their degree in marketing. Some of us got pregnant.
Some of us got famous. Some of us, got addicted.
I got a wife and 2 kids. On a day in September 10 years after, we all got real scared.
Now, We’re staring down the barrel of 30 years, and wonder what we have to show for it.
A record contract, a criminal record.
A play published by Samuel French, A letter published in the Op Ed Section of the Fresno Bee.
A few hundred shares of a Fortune 500 company, a few hundred stock options for a bankrupt ISP.
A Disney World Vacation, A 15 Day notice.
Not everyone lived the dream, Some of us died by the sword.
Some us wrote our own name on a bullet, and served it for breakfast.
Some of us cried at the funeral.
I go to work every day, just to keep the fire burning. I raise my glass to my friends of the Gen X years, and say to you all, Fuck you.
We made it.
By Kevin L. Harris
In the first 4 years of the 1990’s, hundreds of young people graduated from Roosevelt High School in Fresno, CA. These kids were labeled “Generation X” . But not all of us smelled like teen spirit. Some of us smelled like 87 octane and hot wax. Some of us smelled like 4 years of college with no marketable major. Some of us smelled like a few years of making pizzas, followed by a 2 year commitment to the Church, or a 2 year stint as one of Americas Finest.
Some of us tried to live up to that Seattle, grunge rock image. Some if us gave our lives like Kurt Cobain. Some of us rode the Dot Com market to the very high rises that only 60 year old CEO’s occupied. Some of us never went to college. Some of us got their degree in marketing. Some of us got pregnant.
Some of us got famous. Some of us, got addicted.
I got a wife and 2 kids. On a day in September 10 years after, we all got real scared.
Now, We’re staring down the barrel of 30 years, and wonder what we have to show for it.
A record contract, a criminal record.
A play published by Samuel French, A letter published in the Op Ed Section of the Fresno Bee.
A few hundred shares of a Fortune 500 company, a few hundred stock options for a bankrupt ISP.
A Disney World Vacation, A 15 Day notice.
Not everyone lived the dream, Some of us died by the sword.
Some us wrote our own name on a bullet, and served it for breakfast.
Some of us cried at the funeral.
I go to work every day, just to keep the fire burning. I raise my glass to my friends of the Gen X years, and say to you all, Fuck you.
We made it.
