I miss old-timey language. Back in the 40s, people knew how to talk (see Salinger et related), but it’s so… harsh and hollow now. I belong in a time when people said things like this:
“Say, Mac — what’s the big idea? Don’t get sore, see?”
Calling someone “Mac” is the coolest thing i know of at this very moment.
And all else i got is three hopeful photos for you tonight:
Sleep well, kiddies.