fifteen minute nightmare

Every hour we get a fifteen minute break. And mostly during those fifteen minutes of peace and quiet lies boredom. There's nothing else to do. And when there's nothing else to do, time goes by so frickin' slow. You'd be wishing you were at home or somewhere else partying your fifteen minutes away.

Sure, there are couches to lie on, the telly with superb cable connection that you'd actually have something to watch even at the dead of night but nothing beats reading whatever it is that's lying about-the latest fashion mag issue, sleazy tabloids or even a reliable broadsheet.

Sounds geeky?

Anyway, I was trying to make a point here. So there I was with nothing to do about to be thrown into boredom when I spotted the day's newspaper.

Cover page: Thug-swarming-the hippest thing in the youth of now.

Second page: Teen jumped and beaten up at Central Park

Third page: Man stabbed near skytrain station

All reportedly done by teens in the lower mainland. And I bet it was because they were bored.

I'm not kidding. It's becoming a trend these days. These children would just gang up on someone and then beat them up. Even girls would join in on the fun that might result to death. And they'd probably get away with it because they are either too young to be prosecuted or nobody would rat on them.

It's the ultimate rebellion. A sheer defiance of law and morality. They'd have their bragging rights branded on tomorrow's headline.

It is scary.