About Box

It’s all so horrible, isn’t it? The nightmare of childhood. And it only gets worse.

One day you’ll wake up, and you’ll be past it. Your beautiful skin will be wrinkled and shriveled up. You’ll lose your hair, your sight, your memory. Your blood will thicken, teeth turn yellow and loose. You’ll start to stink and fart, and all your friends will be dead. You’ll succumb to arthritis, angina, senile dementia. You’ll piss yourself, shit yourself, drool at the mouth.

Just pray that when this happens you’ve got someone to love you. Because if you’re loved, you’ll still be young.

Ohhh, innocence can be hell.