where the party's at

It's like class is in session for all the little kids, the school year started up again, but I don't have to sit through another year of baby school, I can just walk through the fire exit. Through closed doors and whole rooms that are hidden behind curtains and blocked with obstructive furnishing like decorations, a table that cannot be reserved, behind the scenes prep areas.

At a bicycle shop it'll be covered with a wall rack of bicycles needing repair and an oversized bike upside down on the floor blocking the emergency exist, the harder to move it and I get to just walk right past it back out into the open air. There is no more obstruction for me, I've been through this already. I completed this level a long time ago. Now it's just babies here, throwing tantrums for not getting their way, wanting to be the special boy or pretty girl, to be the cutest and smartest in the room or to at least threaten and bully everyone into telling them what they want to hear.