My Complaints by J. B., Brockton, MA



Let's face it, folks, the world is going to hell in a hand basket and we're all going along for the iride. Bell-bottoms are back and disco's not far behind. Crime is getting larger, patience is growing thinner, and I still don't know if the light shuts off when I close the refrigerator door.

Everyone hates somebody; no one says "hello," and we're still paying a lot for our mufflers.

We laugh when we should cry, and cry when we should laugh, and my VCR keeps blinking 12: 00.

The leaves are gone; they re-aligned baseball; people still smoke and Elvis was at the mall yesterday.

Money is our best friend, people are our worst enemy, and the wrestling matches still look fake.

The world is going to hell in a hand basket and we all just sit back and watch ...