Author: uberbudgie





I was in a resort that was built like

the walls of a stadium; there were

buildings built practically on top of

each other, all looking in towards

this conglomerate of swimming pools

and brightly colored plastic trees,

with a lot of cheery primary-color

painted steel pipe balconies and

concrete that had been mixed with

strong pigments before it set,

giving a distinctive mottled

appearance.



Mostly, the concrete was crayon

green, crayon purple, and crayon

orange... In blocky forms. The

architecture made me think of

'What if Nikolodeon did family fun

concentration camps?' as well as

the German silent movie 'The Cabinet

of Dr.Calgari at the same time'.



The whole effect of the resort was

quite disturbing, in a tastefully PG13

sort of way.



Child actors and actresses were

every-where swarming like ants,

climbing over the walls and defying

the laws of gravity, as noisy as a

flock of wild parrots, trying to pretend

they weren't originally from the

projects or inner city slums or beat-up,

low-rent sections of the suburbs before

being 'discovered' for television. They

were as thick as a swarm of ants, I

could barely see the buildings and the

pools through the crawling children.



The children came in all colors and

shapes, and all wore vivid primary

colors, and tried to make themselves

appear as big as possible. They all

looked the same somehow. And

each one thought they were the most

beautiful, talented person there.



They were leaping off of the sides of

buildings into the swimming pools,

excitedly screaming and jabbering,

eating Happy Meals, and squirming all

over each other as they jockeyed for

the attention of the overworked

chaperones, who were all dressed

in traditional Affribean clothing and

carried clipboards. Mostly, the children

were ordering food and compaining

about this or that.



I found out that the place was owned

by the McDonalds corporation and

wanted to order some food myself,

as I was pretty hungry.



I ordered two cheeseburgers with no

meat and no onions, a small fries, and

a medium diet coke without ice. (This

is what I order in real life when I go

to McDonalds, oddly enough).



Then I remembered that I was boycotting

McDonalds and had no intention of eating

McDonalds food and woke up.

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