What is it about miserable teenagers that makes me so darn happy? I see them standing there looking oh so bored and disinterested with everything and it always puts a smile on my face. I remember being like that once. Thinking that I was way better than anything I was being forced to do by society. I was literally a ‘prisoner of society’. Those poor suckers, sometimes I just wanna tickle em.
You wanna know where there are HEAPS of miserable teenagers? SAVERS! Bloody everywhere! They are shopping there AND working there. And damn are some of them disgruntled.
But how could ya be? They are in Savers for gods sake. The place is a mecca for cheap people who wanna dress like they pretend they don’t care how they look but really care a lot about how they look but they can’t ever let anyone know that. That alone should put a smile on their pimpley little faces.
There’s a brand new one in Noarlunga and its the balls. I even spotted a Living End t-shirt there.









