Spit It Out!

I swear, I’ll get out of this town if it’s the last thing I do. Everything’s so boring here. Nothing ever happens! The people are so fake. Riding in their grey BMW’s to Starbucks. Merging onto the same Interstate as yesterday, headed for the same cubicle at the same office. Punching the same numbers into the same Microsoft Excel spreadsheet. The profit-margin has increased by .17% today, which is just enough to slip past their boss, unnoticed at 4:45. They pick up Josh from Tae Kwon Do and swing by the ballet studio to fetch Lauren. At home, a dinner of grilled chicken, white rice, and broccoli awaits. Mmmmm… their chicken tastes like chicken. Just the way they like it.

Don’t you dare leave this community, they say at the table. It’s a cold world out there. Those inner-city kids will rip out your spine and sell it for drugs. A bunch of hooligans out there- uneducated, poor. You don’t want to be like them, and thank God… you’ll never have to. Just do as I say, go to college, and get an entry level job at Raymond James Financial. If you do well, maybe you’ll be able to buy a Sport Utility Vehicle. The Ford Explorer has a lot of trunk space for those family vacations. You know, I heard somewhere that there’s more family fun per square mile in Orlando than anywhere else in the world. Doesn't that sound nice?