My pa is rich and my brothers are mean. People are afraid of us and I am glad, sort of. The only ones who treat me like, well, me, are my buddies at the Tower. They’re cool, but they are naive. They want to save the world. I’m with them, but they can’t even save themselves from bullies like my brother and adults who don’t have a clue.
Peter is brave and true, though certifiably crazy. Dennis is the brains of the bunch, but he’s a home-grown good ole-boy. Harmony is a wild-eyed she-devil. She’s got a quick mind, a sharp tongue, and stiletto claws to match. I wouldn’t want to get in her way.
The four of us are the founders of the Tower, but there are other members. There’s Justin. He’s a real fanatic, but I agree with most of the non-religious stuff he has to say. And of course, there’s my brother, Roscoe. I can’t for the life of me figure out why he wants to be part of our group. Frankly, I can’t imagine why the others want him around. He’s a nasty one, a thug, if you ask me. He is clever though and people underestimate him all the time – can’t blame them, but at least he’s not a brute like our older brother, Miller.
You know, I’m not even sure why I want to be part of this group of misfits. For one thing, they talk too much. People talk too much and think too little. You can’t say that about these goofballs. They have a plan. I admire Peter’s optimism but I think he is in for a shock or two before he grows up.
Why can’t people just get along with one another? How hard is that? People think they are good. They really believe it. They call themselves good Christians, or good Republicans, or good Americans. At best they have deluded themselves. Peter calls them the sleepers. More than likely they are just liars and hypocrites, out for themselves only.
I can’t stand the sleepers. They are wasting their lives. It’s the monsters I hate. Peter says they control almost everything from behind the scenes, you know the politics, the economy, and all the rest. I hope it’s not true but the alternative is worse. What if all these people really don’t know what they are doing? What if they are as lost as they appear? What if they turn out to be evil minions of the devil, like Justin says?
No matter what you believe we are in trouble. The younger you are the more you’re in trouble, and it looks like it’s too late so solve most of our really big problems. Of course, we’re the ones who are going to suffer the most if it all falls apart, but I promise you this: there are plenty of people like my brother who are going to make the adults pay for their sins, or their incompetence, or their greed, whatever.
I will not spill a tear when the streets run red with the blood of bankers, lawyers, politicians, and such. Maybe, it’d be better if it all collapsed now; minimize the damage, save a couple hundred million people and half the species on this planet. It’s just getting worse year by year and soon we will have no future at all.
Adults, I hate them!