The American Dream

You've got your Hispanic mother driving 85 miles per hour in her Ford Mustang, headed nowhere else but Disney World. But guess what, the son of a bitch Ford Mustang was a 2001 and everyone knows that the 2001 Mustang was recalled due to a faulty piston or some crazy shit. Not to mention, the only reason you are going to Disney world in the first place is because your father passed away from a long bout with prostate cancer or your parents got divorced and your mother wants you to meet Jim, the 65 year old "buggy guy at Walmart". You see, the American Dream is bullshit. That is exactly what it is, The...American...Dream. It is a slot machine Jack pot and Oklahoma water in 1932. It is an old white man with a beard, pointing his finger at you saying, "hey dude, eat these Freedom Fries, get your nuts shot off at Normandy, and then...well...you will be a good American." I will tell you where the American Dream is, it lies somewhere on some interstate in Florida, beside your mother, the creepy buggy guy from walmart, and a busted up Ford Mustang. You might be saying to yourself, "Jay, you are an idiot. The American Dream does exist. The fact that there are Ford Mustangs, a Disney World, and your mother can screw the buggy guy at walmart is plenty proof." Well, no, the Church said that everyone shouldn't be able to get into Disney world in the mid 90's, Ford Mustangs get recalled, and buggy guys at walmart...well..yeah...buggy guys at Walmart are underpaid and they definitely need to get off your mama.