Sick Youth

I’m still trying to get over what just happened…

A few of hours ago, as I was coming home from work, a group of teenagers assaulted me just a few blocks from my home.

It all started when a girl kept yelling and yelling until I finally turned around – she was yelling after me. Once at my side, she asked me to wait a minute. I saw her look in the direction of an advancing group of kids her age; they couldn’t have been older than fifteen. I was confused, but I thought perhaps they needed directions. As soon as the others were among us, she suddenly got a confidence boost and began running her mouth about me having beaten her and her friends up in a park not far away from where we were. Incredulous, I told her I had no idea what she was talking about. She called me a liar, then asked me for all my money and threatened to take out her gun. I gave a quick glance at the lot of them and couldn’t believe what was happening… these were KIDS! I told her I didn’t have time for games and started walking away. One of her friends ran up behind me and grabbed me by the hair, trying to pull me back towards them. I spun around, furious and a little spooked, to face them. The girl let go of me and shouted some bullshit about me having beat up her sister and that I wasn’t going to get away with it. I tried to keep my composure, as I didn’t feel kosher beating up tweens. I sternly told them that they were mistaken, impatience heavy in my voice and walked off at a normal pace. To my surprise and relief, they did not follow.

I was shaking, it took everything for me not to give in to my anger and beat them all to a pulp, but you don’t hit kids. At least that’s how I was raised. Which got me thinking… what the fuck got these little shits to think they can go around acting like petty criminals? I always thought that our youth was rotten, but today’s events had the effect of kerosene on embers and my hate for what this society is becoming has never burned so fervently.

The diseased seedlings will sprout into sick growths that will later mature and bear rotten fruit, assuming they even survive that long with roots the likes of theirs. How can the future of a forest hold promise when such a promise lies upon a sick youth?