THE HORRIBLE CONDITIONS OF YOUTH

Now that I'm in my second childhood, I don't really like the conditions. No, I'm not likely to become a star athlete this time around either, also I do not feel like staying up late. At all.
And I consistently mis-judge the weather now. Today I was far too warmly dressed. This was rubbed painfully home to me when I saw three people of a span of ages but from the same tropical environment wearing tee-shirts.

Gentlemen. You re supposed to be freezing your hindquarters off.
This is San Francisco. Temperate zone.
It is April now.
Cold!

Cold?

Why the heck isn't it cold?


We cannot have monsoon climate people walking around in the their tee-shirts all fine with the temperature why it's positively balmy la la la! It's unheard of. I have an undershirt, an outer shirt, a sweater, and an overcoat on! I thought that was appropriate!
An angry letter to the editor will be written!
But probably not sent.

If any of those letters were ever sent the editor would, eventually, report me to the nut police and a straightjacket might head my way. Plus tranquilizer darts. His patience would run out, and someone might think that I matched a pattern.

It is highly likely that smoking would not be permitted in the padded cell.
And I have no need to find out about the pysch ward.
That is something someone else can do.
A normal person.



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