Extra room for the junk. The new pant-fashions are getting to me. They're seeping into my dreams. Last night I dreamt I was watching my dad's band from backstage. My mom was pointing at them from behind, whispering and mocking their fashions. They all had short t-shirts and low-rise butt-crack jeans. I wondered why these guys - all in their 60's - were wearing 'em. Maybe because popular teen culture is king, and that dictates what the geezers are wearing. I felt sorry for them. I was relieved to find it was just a dream, and as far as I know, there were still many varieties of pants in the real world. Just a flash in the pan this is, one that has been going on for over a decade, and god only knows how much longer it will last. Remember how long the Limp Bizkit bowl-cut kids stuck around? Oh, they're still here?
