I had accidentally wandered onto the bark pit of a playground one day, and I couldn’t move because the bark was wet. There was a girl walking along the bridge above me and she started saying things to me. Mean things, like how she was king (I don’t blame her for being confused about her gender), and how I was filth. Dirty, actually. A dirty rascal. This took my mind off the bark, and I was able to attack her. Then she was all with the crying, and I started crying, and these big glasses came over and was all like
URGGH
You know that woman off Sesame Street? You probably don’t know the one I am talking about. Anyway, she reminded me of someone off Sesame Street. She came with the aww, though. I thought I wasn’t going to get into any trouble, but then that little bitch had to rat me out. I was disgusted. Really, it was all over with and forgotten but she just had to bring it up. It’s not like she didn’t deserve it or anything.
I suppose I should have been a man and controlled my temper. So I ran and hid behind the place. While I was hiding, I found a prune playing the saxophone. Though back then I didn’t actually know what a prune was. I know, however, that at that moment I looked at the setting sun and thought about some things. Like where I would be when I was older, and if I would still have this prune. Though I didn’t know it was a prune, so I probably called it a thing. Any road, I was a way better person back then than I am now... even though I did attack a girl.
Though I was pretty young.
And we were on even fields.