So there I was, I had found myself running from the law. The judge said terrorism is bad but I didn’t feel like going to jail on account of the fact that some of the fellas in there might try to get my ass so I drove off deep into a large forest, and along my journey I came across a large tree. I decided to climb the tree so I could scout my surroundings, and when I got to the top I looked around and saw that I was completely alone. I reached for my phone but the cops had confiscated it when they arrested me. So now I’m on top of this tree and I don’t have any constant stimulation to silence my zoomer brain from thinking thoughts, and now my thoughts are right in front of me, and I start to break down (not like cry or anything gay like that its all inside). I realize that I should’ve climbed more trees, I know I'm still young and I still have plenty of time but in many ways it was too late. Not just too late to climb trees it was too late to sleep over with friends, too late to come home from school and hop on xbox live with the boys and now they’re kinda all gone. Too late to be a kid, because I could still climb trees but I wouldn’t be the same anymore. I used to do it just for fun and now I’m doing it to avoid being convicted for domestic terrorism.