young'ns

i was on the dillo today and there was what i assumed to be a chinese family. I assume because of how disjointedly they say, with the father on the side bench facing the left of the car, wife and toddler on one row facing the front, with grandma a bench or two back. The kid was pretty cute, and was missing a shoe for some reason. He was fobbed out in pastel yellow sweatpants and a shirt with a big cartoon animal on it and stripes on the sleeve. It occurred to me that if the animal were removed and the shirt was about 4590683x bigger, it would look like this shirt i got from fcuk.

all i think about is stupid shit.

but this kid was staring at me, now and then, in the way that toddlers do. They don't understand the discomfort of constant eye contact, which is something I'd like to enjoy. Maybe its true what they say about the eyes being windows into the soul. I felt like I should have something to hide. I wanted to tell him that it was indeed a cold, cold world, but the beauty is there if you look for it.

i'm going to have the most messed up kids ever.