The Kamir Rouge, the killing fields--they were all 14 years old.
Surprised? If you went to Junior High, probably not. When I see packs of 20-year-olds, I'm not scared. What¹s the worst they could do to me?
Mug me? Knock me around? And they probably won't do anything. They're civilized. Whereas a pack of 14-year-olds makes me shake and cross the street. In 1984 Winston betrays his love, and truth in general, to avoid his worst fear: his head trapped in a cage with rats. Just put me on the same sidewalk with 14-year-olds and I'll do anything.
Anything, please, make them stop! They're gonna say something awul, like call me ugly. I live across the street from the Junior High. Their radar is unfailing and merciless. It doesn't matter how famous or rich or good-looking I get--they know I'm not cool. One time they threw rocks at me just for looking out the window at them. I ran and hid in the back room. The other problem is I keep forgetting to put all my clothes on, and then I look at the window across the street and realize I've defiled a young person just by walking around.
Fourteen-year-olds are sexy like warm banana-nut bread or a ripe fruit to be eaten and, with every bite, destroyed. They have budding breasts, growing penises, sprouting hairs.They spend a lot of time looking in the mirror. They don't know what to do with themselves.
They haven't learned control. So they use their extensive energy to make miserable the lives of innocent people like me.
