Gone are the days when grandaddies are just jolly kind old man who live peacefully enjoying their retirement days, spoiling the kids and offering a word of wisdom to us young uns…
for years i’ve heard stories of these different breed of older gentlemen who prowl the streets on the look out for impressionable young girls… prowlers with sinister intentions… i just never in my wildest dream would think that i would be a target… a possible candidate to be considered for a wild romp with granddad…
yup… an old guy approach me and ask me to spend some time with him… talk… coffee… that kinda stuff… he seems nice enough… despite the fact that he never took off his sunglasses (even indoors)… i suppose i started to get a bit suspicious when he insisted on paying for my laundry… that was A LOT weird… i was on my way to do my laundry when i met him…
the whole incident feels really otherworldly for some reason… perhaps, i’m just being naive… wishing for things to be the way it was when i was little… i mean… when did gramps decided to be a future sex offender…
the world has gone mad and i wish i’m still ten…
