Fiction, by Left of Sean
I don’t like old people. Yes, I’m callous and mean and a total asshole. But I can’t help it. I don’t want to be around old people.
They’re slow. They stink. Their minds move at a snail’s pace. The rest of us in this world have places to be and things to do. We don’t need to get stuck behind some 90 year old lady at a stop light who can’t tell what color light is shining at the intersection.
My story begins at the grocery store. continue reading…
