I ate my first avocado 3 years ago, and everything went dark. Now I’m here melting into the template of the modern-day ostracon my mom will share on facebook, and even though a decade ago I begged her to believe me that no other kids in class have a flip phone anymore, and that they make fun of me, and now I join the demographics of dealers, affair makers, and pizza dough salesmen, and I confuse the Turkish phone sultan that no my normal phone is working I just want to feel better than I’m better than everybody else, and now the sight of shit in the metro invokes anger not for humanity, but that somebody shat by my favourite seat in the cart, and I have to stand for 2 stops, and I get out and I see a church but I stopped praying, but I go to the church more often, but its closed, and you have to call the priest and make appointment with God, and the number is on the website but I dont have internet, and not now because its Christmas and he’s on holiday in Mallorca, and now as I wake up I dont think wheter my family is still alive I think about Key Performance Indicators, and the key to my performance is knowing how much time I have until I become an adult, but nobody sees that I indicate to bang my head against the wall, and I ‘m cool and unique, but not like the others that are cool unique, they’re pretending, and I’ve been here for three years so now I’m the cool or the sad one, and for them its a performance, and for me its they key to my existence, but I dont see the doorknob, and I see the light, its light everywhere, and the hand of the ticket inspector paws me, and he tries to pull me out of the comfort of this womb, but I dont want to go I want to stay, but I cant cause of that one dumb avocado.