Groms, man. They’re a pain in the butt at the best of times, and now I have to write about them.
Don't tell me I was also a grom once, and I should cut them some slack. Things were very different back then. Megalodon sharks cruised the lineup. Velociraptors patrolled the Golden Mile. Leashes were made of kangaroo intestines smuggled into South Africa by Charlie ‘Snow’ McAllister.
And groms were disciplined by unhinged veterans with webbed feet, and eyes that glowed in the dark. I once saw a ranking member of the Dairy