biographical / New York / Non-fiction


Sometimes when you see little kids throwing a tantrum on the train or street or wherever, don’t you ever want ’em to just be really bad?  I know I do!

Sometimes I just want to see how far they’ll go. I want to see ’em really really rage, stomp their feet and turn all red. Swear and spit. Shriek to the heavens, little buddy!

And they should too, you know why? Because childhood is about as good as it gets. So even though you’re apoplectic now, you’re staring down the barrel of a loooooong decline that ends in death.

Welcome to life, suckers!


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