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How I keep going
It was a pretty rotten day. I won't go into details, but Boston was basically a city full of screaming, drunken animals; the Patriots parade, you know.
I never liked high school and college boys, and this morning the train was packed full of them. Inconsiderate bastards, every one of them. I couldn't help but feel that the species would be enormously improved if every one of them was removed from the gene pool.
I had to leave early in the day; there was an emergency at home (it's okay now). But I had to struggle through crowds of sub-humanoids. The first trolley to stop was packed with idiots - in the front. There was lots of space in the back. But those Patriot-worshiping morons wouldn't move, and the driver threw everyone who was trying to get onto the train off.
The next driver opened all the doors, and I was able to squeeze on. Caught my commuter train just in time, and made it home. All in all, a very stressful day.
But tonight, Sebastian asked me to lie down next to him after his bedtime story. He was a little fidgety. After about ten minutes of silence, he suddenly said in the most grown-up voice imaginable:
"People never die, Daddy".
"Huh?"
"People never die. No way, nope."
"They don't?"
(very firmly) "No they don't."
I have no idea where that came from. But that's how I get through days like today.
I never liked high school and college boys, and this morning the train was packed full of them. Inconsiderate bastards, every one of them. I couldn't help but feel that the species would be enormously improved if every one of them was removed from the gene pool.
I had to leave early in the day; there was an emergency at home (it's okay now). But I had to struggle through crowds of sub-humanoids. The first trolley to stop was packed with idiots - in the front. There was lots of space in the back. But those Patriot-worshiping morons wouldn't move, and the driver threw everyone who was trying to get onto the train off.
The next driver opened all the doors, and I was able to squeeze on. Caught my commuter train just in time, and made it home. All in all, a very stressful day.
But tonight, Sebastian asked me to lie down next to him after his bedtime story. He was a little fidgety. After about ten minutes of silence, he suddenly said in the most grown-up voice imaginable:
"People never die, Daddy".
"Huh?"
"People never die. No way, nope."
"They don't?"
(very firmly) "No they don't."
I have no idea where that came from. But that's how I get through days like today.