A wise man would say a drunk man writes best, sadly, I am only mildly intoxicated, so my work will probably be mediocre, aiming for mildly interesting.

My life-journey took me to Bloomingdale aan zee today, a small party-club on a beach in Bloemendaal. The dance-party I went to with two of my friends, was called Delicious. It was supposed to be for 16 and older, I myself am only 20, so I wagered 16 would be an age I could still relate to.

To my dismay, however, in the parking lot, we already overheard a few girls talking about using fake id’s. We didn’t let that knowledge bring our moods down, and we started off by having a drink at a bar by the ocean. Little did we know, that those drinks then and there would be highlights in the day in store for us.

Upon our entering, we quickly spotted that the fake id’s worked, not only for the four girls we overheard, but for about the entire party. Honestly, I believe we were the only ones over eighteen, under 16′s however, weren’t rare. The saddest picture was a girl, could not be thirteen years old, grinding and making out (not the sweet, but the slobbering kind) with a guy almost twice her age.

Now I don’t like to sound like an old man, but what the hell happened to kids this days? When I was thirteen, I was just discovering slow dancing, and kissing? Fuck, I didn’t even think about doing that yet. Where has the youth gone? What the hell has happened to kids these days?

But more importantly, why the sodding fuck aren’t parents stepping in? Is this normal?

To borrow an expression from one of my favourite series, I must be an analogue guy in this digital world of ours, because I just don’t freaking get it.

Roberto Strife