Daniil Kharms hated rollerskates. He hated them so much that once he yelled at a kid across the road: ‘Hey, if you don’t stop rollerskating, one of these days you’ll fall flat on your face and break your nose!’
It was a bitterly cold Leningrad winter and he was on his way to Vasilevsky Market where he hoped to find some beetroots, maybe a couple of eggs, so I have to admit that he did have a point.
Why not try to read some of the works of Daniil Kharms. He’s much better than this. Honestly.
The Shadow Over Inasmuch 