Caminante Nocturno Imagine turning the TV on and seeing this. Imagine it being the only thing on. Imagine an empty space where your Playstation would be. Imagine looking out your window and seeing nothing but depressed white people wearing suits and insincere, fake smiles.
That's the 50's.
Or maybe you're a Mormon.
cognitivedissonance Don't forget that the only hope for intellectual adventure of any kind involved William S. Burroughs not shooting you.
You forgot to mention the neverending stream of highballs and amazing pills.
cognitivedissonance I Love Lucy always had it's moments of magic/weirdness, and this about sums it up. "Hey, let's sell our apartment block and go to California with our immigrant lease and his emotionally unstable woman, Fred." "D'okay, Ethel."
Camonk Uh didn't Lucy and Ricky have a kid? Where is he?