they just stare at you as you pass slowly... waiting in line for the fat, retarded boy in front to take a quarter out of the pocket of his pants which are nearly falling down.
the sight of this obese retard fumbling in his pockets makes me smile.
it makes me think of how care free he must be. does he even know where he is? does he know that he’s retarded? this is a completely soothing thought.
something happened. I am retarded. I am in a dream world. the stale pizza I just picked up from the lunch line is a bowl of ice cream.
every lunch lady smiles wide with bright yellow smiley-faces.
the people in front of me are cartoons. some with gangly, green teeth and red eyes.
others with blue noses and purple ties.
I am retarded. I am care free. I am happy.