Damn kids…

I was at starbucks last night (as I am most nights after work, now) working on The Great American Novel when I saw a little emo boy come in.

I swear to God, I know I’m getting older — thus less tolerant for youth — because I wanted to punch this emo in his face so he had good reason to be sad and pathetic.

I moreso wanted to do it when I saw his fingernails were painted black.

Damn kids.