I’m eating a cheeseburger at Topz on Melrose. This semi-old-looking bitch is sitting a few tables away from me with a little girl who’s probably about two or three years old. Across the room there’s another bitch with a little boy who’s probably about the same age.
The little boy keeps staring at the little girl and touching his cock. I wonder if he’s actually thinking about fucking her or if he’s getting a boner and doesn’t know what it is or if he’s just pawing at his dick because that’s what little kids do. I myself don’t think I ever thought about fucking when I was two, but I don’t really remember.
As I keep looking at these little kids and wondering if they’re thinking about fucking each other, I can’t help thinking that at some point in each of these two-year-old kids’ lives, they’re going to be fucking somebody. That two-year-old girl whose mom dressed her up in a little pink dress to take her to Topz after Sunday church is going to suck cock, take it up the ass, have load after load of semen shot in her face, and eventually have another little girl who’s eventually going to do all the same shit. And that little two-year-old boy whose mom dressed him in his Spider-Man T-shirt to take him to eat lunch after his favorite morning cartoons is going to fuck a girl, eat pussy, get twat hairs stuck in his throat, get his dick sucked, and someday have kids who will do all the same shit.
I wonder if either of the kids’ parents have thought about any of this. I wonder if I’ll have kids. If I do have kids I wonder if I’ll look at them and think about them eventually fucking. I wonder if my parents ever thought about me fucking. I wonder if my parents are still fucking.