Life is like a hurricane, Here in Duckburg.

I was walking to Sainsbury's the other day with a cigarette in my hand. I noticed in-front of me was a non-threatening biker gang of children. These were no ordinary children, no, they were those infamous working class children. We hate them don't we? I can't remember, I tend to forget what social class we are supposed to hate, I think it's usually based on what film you have just watched. Let's say for example, you have just watched Oliver Twist, as the credits are rolling down the screen you may be thinking to yourself, "poor people are just dandy! I think I will smile at them from now on!". On the other hand, if you have just watched a film like Kidulthood, you might walk away thinking, "working class children scare the shit out of me, I have no idea what anyone is saying and I'm afraid one of the ones in a hooded jumper will try and fuck me or something".

There aren't really any films that promote rich people, I think generally the clientele of films is the middle/lower classes so the content of cinema is usually of "being happy" above everything else, including the possible variables which contribute to happiness, like money. You might have a moment where you reflect on the morales you learnt as a child and be thinking in your head, "You're wrong, money doesn't make you happy". Well, you're right, coins and paper won't/shouldn't make you happy but, that's sort of defeating the nature of money, it's the things you buy with it that make you happy. For example, a puppy, a soda-stream or a friend. It's all just like having a rich friend who keeps on telling you how shit being rich is and how life is best when you just stay in line and work hard. What's that poor person? You are getting depressed because you're poor? Don't worry, being rich will make you sad, here's a library of films to validate that, now get back to work. Let's just hope we don't figure out that the protagonist in the film who realises that money ruins your life and all you need is love is actually, played by an actor who will be getting rich from the film.

What am I even talking about?
I got closer to this infant gang and one of them, I think it was the leader, shouted at me in a most savoury manner. The gist of his noise suggested that he wanted one of the cigarettes I had bought with money, for free. I'm aware this kind of thing happens rather frequently and it's usually completely fine, especially when I want a cigarette. However, my quarrel with this little gent exists firstly in that he was probably around 13. I think it would harm the self-indulgent impression of myself if I feel like I am the "type of person" who would give children cigarettes. Secondly, the way he requested my belongings was executed in a manner of which suggested that my stuff, is also his stuff and I must therefore, give him my stuff. The twist of this story is that I said no and then got on with my life. However, after my encounter with these prison reservations, I wondered what I was like as a child, perhaps it was simply the way of human development to dismiss social grace, push the scope of what is expected in human interaction and try and intimidate people around you with a persona that suggests that you are a big person with a knife, trapped inside a little person with a bike. After much thought and self-reflection I came to the conclusion that, I was nothing like him, he's a cunt.