Another Day in Paradise.

I am aware that my upbringing and lifestyle was hugely protected, leaving me, to this day, fairly naïve. I am by no means uninformed or ignorant rather unexposed. Recently on an early morning visit to Monte Casino, I was astounded at how depraved people really are.

I am fully aware of this depravity but witnessing it is something completely different. Upon arrival Delicious and I saw this minute boy, who couldn’t have been more than 5 years old. In his one hand he held a teddy-bear bag job and in the other he clutched the behemoth of a security guard’s hand. Hiding behind the security guards leg, while witnesses some form of scuffle, the little boy didn’t look frightened or confused, probably because this scene was all too familiar to him. His platinum blonde hair was short and had an Alfalfa bit sticking up on the crown of his head. His blue eyes were red and it looked as though someone had taken red lipstick and circled his eyes. I looked at him and asked if he was tired, to which he vehemently shook his head. I heard Delicious’s heart break as she heard mine. He was trying to show that he was in fact a big boy and why would a big boy be tired at 3 in the morning? We were ushered away from the little boy and his behemoth baby sitter. Once inside I dashed off to buy the child a choc and one for the security guard because his supervision of the little boy was too precious. Like the chocolate was going to make up for his parent’s neglect. Like the chocolate was going to get him into his bed at a decent hour. Like the chocolate was going to show his mother that her neglect of him could have her arrested. This wasn’t a child who was tired of shopping and needed a treat to keep him happy for a little longer.

On the way back to my friends a woman asked if he was my son, to which I replied no, naturally, I wouldn’t neglect my child in such a disgusting manner. To which she replied, it is tragic, some people are awful, you have such a good heart, and can I have R10?

Upon our reunion, Delicious and I went off to buy everyone a drink. The 2 of us walked through the casino to the bar and were both feeling pretty disillusioned with mankind. While waiting for service, a man came up to us, he had a car guard look about him really, and told us that people were judging him (no?!) and he is not scum simply because he was talking to that whore over there. That whore over there must have been the inspiration for the corpse bride. Her gaunt face only highlighted her blood-shot eyes and this in turn highlighted her black-rimmed teeth. She quickly informed us that she was not a whore and was just here to have fun, she enjoyed chatting to men. We said nothing. She said that she was not with that man, who was now being escorted away from us and shouting I want to know what she is saying about me. He was her stalker of sorts, she believed, and would we help her out if he bothered her again. Again we said nothing. She then started stroking my hair telling me how much she loved it. I quickly assured her we would help her out if it was needed and Delicious and I dashed off with the drinks in hand.

I have never been so happy to see a group of familiar and friendly male faces!

Remain Infinitely Cute
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