Best Picture Nominee 2

I was robbed of a chance to become cool again, to return to a status held previous to my current graduate school education. I had an idea that was to go into effect in that spoken of future which never actually comes to be.  It was more of a grand idea struck at a bar than an elaborate plan.  I was to reach into the glory days of my youth – a time when the holes in jeans were earned and the energy to accomplish such a task was as ample as the holes – and withdraw a pastime that should never have passed.  But she undercut me, she and many others.  There they were carrying out my never to be carried out idea and being as cool as I was before. Rollerblades are rolling again in the French Riviera.