Where are the kids?

So the other night I hit up a show featuring some of the most influential hardcore bands to come out of the NY/NJ scene. While swimming through the sea of people, I ran into numerous old friends that were in this same circle and was able to catch up and chat about old times. At the end of the night I was left with one nostalgic thought: Why don’t we drink milk out of cardboard cartons and whatever happened to those kids on the back?