So not life at all
They stumble through adolescence, blind to desire, wishing only for the nonexistent purity preached to them by those caricatures of authority. Made up laws of society push them into disrepair, grabbing at any bit of nature they can show down their knickers in private. How have we gotten so far from our path, that music must be stolen in rare moments of rebellion?
So the boys huddle in concentrated silence in the classroom, in tight-knit huddles in the yard as they try to win at this game, to find their existence more than, well…a bitch.