You are special. So special that everything you could have ever wanted - especially if your wants are framed by what television tells you, you should want - you should reasonably expect to be yours. Standing on the sidewalk in Brooklyn of the '70s my friends and I would play the "that's my car" game and obsess about what we'd have when we got to the age when you could get what you wanted.It started with cars. Then apartments. Clothes. Games. Guns (Brooklyn is, after all, part of America).