I walk in to the local sandwich shop and am simply dumbstruck by the ridiculous appearance of the hell spawn around me. At the table to my right sits a corpulent caballero dawning an Affliction shirt and an LA Dodgers baseball cap which is positioned on the crown of his head. Did the yid lid replace the side tilt? To my left, standing behind his lovely wholesome middle aged Filipino mother stands a 14 yr old, wearing mighty tighties, a superman baseball cap (also positioned on his crown), and a faux gold necklace that has more shine than six negars smiling cheek to cheek. Where did all the normal youths of America wonder off to? The one's who preferred to go play a game of street football, as opposed to flailing down the blvd doing kick flips, as their prepubescent nuts clung to their thighs like Krigloch the Furious after a "dip". This phenomena could be avoidable, if it weren't for the fact that they have now infested the more popular metal shows in town. I don't even wish to touch what I seen at At the Gates last week.
A generation raised by single mothers.
A generation raised by single mothers.