There's a dilemma that seems to run rampant through most kids today: We think we're something special because we know we're not, therefore, for the plain fact of being just "ordinary" we're different, and therefore special. But it's a vicious cycle, stoned or not, complications arise where the "industry of cool" blends with the "Indie" lifestyle. Unwanted lables are unavoidable, burnouts are smart kids are loadies, are indies, are hippies, are at buffalo records. Gas prices keep on going up and hemp is still illegal to grow. But what do I know? I think I'm ordinary, so I must be pretty damn special. Narcissism much? If you can't beat it, you don't want to join it, what can you do about it? Apathy is a great start.