Stoners

There's a thing near here, a festival if you will. I won't name names, I don't really want to publicize it. It's supposed to be a religious gathering, and kids get their folks to let them go because of that. How bad could it be? Well, if you talk to the people who work dispatch and drive the things with flashing lights, you'd get a different picture. They average about one overdose a year, several cases of alcohol poisoning, and a variety of interesting but stupid accidents. I don't think anybody compiles numbers for the pregnancy rate.

These kids are often rude too. They go to the local big box retail giant and buy stuff. They take it out to the field (yes, it's held in an open farm field), get it muddy, used, and otherwise trashed and try to return it after a week. Gee. That same store had to put all the furniture up on racks to keep the unwashed massed from sleeping in it. Oh, and they wash in the toilets. Not the restroom, the toilet bowl. One year they built a fire in a retail store's parking lot. Not a grill, a wood fire on the pavement. The fire department was called.

Okay, to keep this honest, there are some normal people there who do know how to behave themselves, but the numbers that don't are all too visible. The sad thing is that some of these hammered, stoned kids could grow up to be real people if their parents and schools weren't trying so hard to get them to be robots. Maybe if they had a little more freedom at home, they'd act out less when they're around strangers who don't deserve their crap.


Oh, and it's National Strawberry Sundae Day. Anybody want one?