Went to the Jolly Roger Amusement Park last night.* Went with some friends of the family with kids aged roughly around our own. The boys were all eager to prove that they were brave, stoic guys, and put themselves thru the ultimate test: the Haunted House.**
As soon as the car goes into the Haunted House, a siren goes off. What kind of kid, you ask, is afraid of sirens?
A kid with a drinking problem.
“Oh, shit man, the cops! I’ve got six points on my license already! Now I’ll never be able to get insurance when I turn sixteen, man! I WAS BORN ON PROBATION! I’m always gonna have to ride the bus, like the people hanging around outside at the supermarket!”
*Where I was neither jolly nor rogered, thankyouverymuch.
**Not the ‘good’ Haunted House on the boardwalk.