I just realized school is back in session and then, and this is the epiphany, I realized there weren’t ankle biters screaming at the top of their lungs as if volume, duration and consistency were the metrics of some game the youth have just commissioned. And brother? Sister? Sliced bread doesn’t have shit on this in their minds.

It’s clear they’ve been training for the summer days of scream.

I’ve screamed before in my time. Probably more when I was younger. But even when I was their age…never for fun. Not as the cause and effect; never the soul purpose.

Guess that’s what they call old fashioned.

#plebchain