It’s 8 P.M in the evening, you’ve recently been divorced and pissed drunk out of your mind. All you want is subpar pancakes and eggs at Denny’s. After giving your order to your waiter (who’s an Eastern European man and a registered sex offender), you notice a bunch of kids walking in. “Nothing much, probably some high schoolers after an event” you think to yourself. But alas it would not be, for not even after you down your first cup of coffee, they start their routine. “Dear god” you think to yourself as you begin to consume your mediocre pancakes. “These kids won’t shut the fuck up” you mumble under your breath. Eventually you had it, you pay the bill and walk outside. You then finally fall on your knees, the soft voices of the retarded drama kids still chanting their routine “PLEASE GOD KILL ME” you scream to the heavens, as tears fall down your face, rain pouring and thunder cracking. In the end, it doesn’t matter, because drama kids will always ruin your shit.