I used to salt snails as a kid and watch them squirm as they shriveled up. It was pretty twisted, I admit, but it was so morbidly exciting that I kept doing it even after I found out that animal torture was a sign of a serial killer.
I never considered snails to be animals.
So today I'm 16 and you'd think I'd have learned my lesson. But no; instead of wearing bandages and denim Disney overalls and a red t-shirt, I'm sporting gray shorts and some scenester shirt, Motion City Soundtrack blasting away on headphones that I stole from my 11-year-old brother. Other than that, nothing else has changed. I'm still snickering and pouring a mound of salt over the creature that did nothing wrong except slither past the wrong person at the wrong time.
There is seriously something wrong with this picture. And I'm not interested in fixing it.
 soyjoy che · Thu May 31, 2007 @ 01:08am · 0 Comments |
