I saw an old, skinny, frail man out in the parking lot. He was all alone and tottering on over to the bus stop. I don’t know what it was but something in me really felt for the old timer. He seemed like a helpless little child. But just then a roaming gang of preschoolers rolled up kicked the shit outta him and took his wallet. Well, there goes that metaphor I thought.
And yeah I would’ve stopped that band of toddling delinquents, but little kids kinda freak me out. One thing I do know is if I’m on this mortal coil long enough to get old, skinny, and helpless…. I’m gonna grow me a beard and dress like a wizard. Then I won’t have to worry about getting mugged or robbed, cuz not even a idiot band of preschoolers would rob a wizard, right?