everywhere i went today i was confronted by people hassled by their children: single mothers whose attention-starved kids are making her toothache worse, babies that cry because even babies know that there’s something inhuman about the roar of subway tunnels, shy kids that tug at mom’s coat sleeves when she’s trying to pay the dentist.

as i escaped the noisy, chaotic street for the tranquility of my apartment, i breathed a sigh of relief: thank god i don’t have any children. as if in response, zeke gulped down his dinner and promptly projectile vomited it all over the window. and then headed back to the food dish to see if he could have another snack.

disgusting creature.