Here is a glimpse into a possible future where kids rule. We cower in adult shanty towns fearing patrols. Our kid lords squat what is left of the suburbs and burn homeowner loans. They call us goners.
Back in the wasteland of xbox live you’ll meet devils like this every day. The sheer shock of kids this disrespectful and brash silences you at first as a vasectomy reversal would. Not from fear but from embarrassment, and empathy for every mature person around them.
These new horsemen will alight on dirt bikes, take your life like malignant mesothelioma, and laugh with darting eyes.
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