children smell depression

I believe that children, like dogs, can smell depression. But unlike dogs, who stare with furrowed face and teary eye, children smell depression like vampires and blood. These tiny, demon creatures that pepper the sidewalks with colorful chalk and flowers on their jumpers are not to be trusted. Personally, I've never found pastel to be particularly soothing, or innocent, but rather as a lack of color, that's been violently erased until it's a sad mixture of white and the bold color that used to be.

This explains, that while I was looking for my car, temporarily misplaced in a four block radius somewhere around my apartment building, that isn't as questionable as you'd think if you'd been to the four block radius around my apartment building where everything looks the same, that I was hardly surprised, in my general fallen mood, when a water balloon came crashing down upon me from a second floor balcony with a teeny, tiny, little voice that said "bitch".

Now, I should also add that I had smoked a little reefer today to help with feeling nothing, so when the little demon had enacted their little evil plot to dig that needle into my side a little deeper, rounding out a perfect day, I had no strength other then to stop for a moment, reflect for a short pause, and continue moving.

What are these creatures being taught these days? I'm pretty sure I can't remember the word bitch showing up in a Judy Blume, if that's something the kids are still reading these days, I don't know because I avoid children by not taking an interest. Those lawn gnomes are glad my dog wasn't with me, because she, like me, refuses to believe children are little more than for chasing away, and we would've had to stop, turn around, and pay a little neighborly visit. I've seen Naj scare many of these woodland creatures with quite a soprano bark.

If you can't trust the futures of the world, who can you?