Yesterday with the boys we stand like people - we spit seeds only in the urn, we give beer bottles to the grandmothers, before the passing girls we remove hats and wish everyone health. Here a certain underhuman goes by - unbrown like a beetle, in a stretched sweater, glasses like an illuminator, hair is not cut for six months, you can bind up in the tail, in the avosky carries a hollow cloud of some microchip glands, himself on the road enters a cell phone and shakes a chot under his nose. Kolya-Mogila had asked him what this young man is so enthusiastic about and whether he will not be so kind to tell the society about this, because the positive needs to be carried to the masses. And he fell down for some reason, dropped his glasses, shouted like a baby girl and ran away on the rivers, swinging. Here we now think with the boys - what is going on with the current generation, are we living right and where is the world going?
c) The Kid