jesse would say that i am “t3h gay”… but it’s kind of like the bloomies salesman said… “that’s very New York”. i know i’m saving for a house… but it’s so hard… a mid-twenties yuppie… knowing you can quote un-quote “afford” something and yet denying yourself the pleasure. i guess that’s the source of most of the problems we’re facing today. consumerism. buying on credit the things we don’t need but “want” so badly.

i turned the price tag over… i’m not sure what i was expecting… maybe half or 3/4ths of the figure that i saw… “$1,299″. i walked away. i have expensive hobbies. $1,300 could easily be a project guitar, a ‘69 datsun 510, or 35 shares of Schnitzer Steel. i had to think to myself that “normal” people don’t buy $1,300 coats… and that $1,300 could save a lot of lives. a lot.

tonight i found myself at a club with some of the most spendy asian-americans that the US has to offer. a quarter of the asian yuppies in the city must have been at this party. i looked around as i sipped on my $10 jack and coke watching the i-bankers that may not have a job next month and all their friends that managed to find a way to survive in the second most expensive city in the nation. and not just survive. we’re doing well.

… but what are we living for? another friday night at a happening club? another round for our friends? shots for the ladies? we are the target market. we spend, we spend, and we spend… on nothing at all. we think that we can buy happiness. in a 3-series… in a posh apartment… in cocktails for our friends… but can this really make us happy?

… i’m not so sure.