I picked up a little flavor for the book’s next chapter from a flick called Magic Trip. It’s a fun documentary assembled from wacky footage of Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters during their Day-Glo period, as immortalized by Tom Wolfe’s classic, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.
Kesey describes his coterie as “too young to be Beatniks, too old to be Hippies,” which I would contrast with my own micro-demographic’s bio of being too young for Gen X, and too old to be Millennials. I might just be trying to justify my own worldview, but I think there’s actually something to being a cusper; it allows you to straddle and make sense of both sensibilities.
Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself as I forge on to the next chapter, more blank pages and open road ahead.