Y2XK

So it's 2010, Jesus-Christ.

Ten years and a few days ago a lot of people thought you world was going to end. Y2K. People called into talk radio shows to explain how at the stroke of midnight the computers were going to think it was 1900 and they'd totally shit an old timey bike or something. The grid was coming down and if you didn't stock MRE's, (meals ready to eat, an army put-in-your-mouth-substitute that can also be made into an anti-Gatorade bomb), garbage cans full of water and a ham radio you were fucked my friend, Fucked!

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So it will come as no surprise that looking back, as the clock rolled over to Y2XK, I was disapointed with the path my life had taken. I mean really, what have I done? In the past ten years I graduated highschool, enroled in three different Universities, graduated from one of those, worked several times at a Forestry Eduacation camp, was punched once outside a nightclub and got several tries at having sex. Pretty normal you might say. Pretty average. And that's just it.

I could have been so hard.

If humanity had been thrown into a post-apocalyptic wasteland I would be so hard right now. I would have slept with feral dogs. I would have had to make difficult decisions about caving a skull in for a crust of bread. I would wear tattered, awesome clothes that blew ragged in the gritty-grey sand of erodded skyscrapers. At exactly twelve midnight, January 1st 10 P.E.D. (Post Easy Days) I would have shook the mane of hair under my weathered panama hat with powerful developed neck muscles because my brother in arms Celery, (P.E.D. everything changed and 'Dean' just didn't feel right any more), would be a techno-mage, using the dying art of chemestry to create flashes and soaps and conductors that would frighten the savage eastern raiders. He'd also be good with things like keeping time without a wristwatch because he's so smart.

As for me, I'd carry a shovel and a shotgun, the only things you need to bury a man. And they'd call me Jack. Jack Shit.

As for you? Well you'd all be dead.

But I'd be so hard.