I hate old people. No bones about it, I hate them. I hate their frailty, I hate their incompetence, I hate their confusion. I want to die at age 60 because I'd rather die than join their ranks. My parents are 55 and 54, and they are quickly becoming old. They are increasingly incapable of handling anything; at the opera tonight, they seemed disoriented by the crowd and had trouble grasping the concept that to reach the balconey we needed to keep going up the stairs. Bloody idiots. I hate old people.