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The Other Side Monologue
The world is a complete mess. Since I decided to stop hanging with my droogs and "growing up", things have gotten much worse. I'm on "the other side" now. The adult side. And I simply don't understand youth nowadays. They are more violent than ever. In my days, we used to be pretty bad, but not as much as them. They'll kill you if they can. Their main aim is to hurt, it's not even to get things from you anymore. They enjoy seeing people suffer.
What's incredible is that they start younger now. I don't know what goes on in their minds, but it's really scary, because they are the future. I just hope that someday, like me, they'll leave those lives behind and move on from that. I was lucky that things ended well for me. I'm a free person, I have a
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I guess that's what happens when you grow up. I'll be lying if I said that I don't miss anything from that life. That feeling of adrenaline, of feeling like the world belonged to you. There's nothing like that. But I'm different now, and I wouldn't change a thing.
I got married a couple of years ago. I met her through Pete. She is good friends with his wife, and we have a lot in common. She loves classical music, and she is the most beautiful devotchka you can imagine. I know it sounds hound-and-horny, but I love her. We have a little son. His name is James but we call him JJ. He's brilliant, that kid.
It's amazing how you can teach these little ones the stuff you like and they'll just follow you, because they look up to you. I want to shelter him from the outside. I wish there was a way for him to skip the teenage years and just move on to the next stage. But I know that I can't, and that he's going to live that, no matter what. I just hope I thought him right, I can't stop him from growing up, but I can trust that he'll do what's right. I know I ended up pretty well, but I spent some horrible times, and I paid for everything I

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