Oct02
When I was a kid, Kevin McCallister was my hero. He was clever, inventive, independent and didn’t give a fuck. He was the only child badass I knew.
One time I rigged a bucket of water above my mom’s bedroom door so that it would fall on her when she walked in, like one of the many booby-traps Kevin set up to foil Harry and Marv. I learned a harsh lesson in reality that day: Adults don’t appreciate child badasses. My ass got spanked. Which is exactly what would happen to Kevin in reality. Only he’d get spanked with some bullets.
