broken windows theory

I was eleven, it was wednesday

We told our parents we‘d build a treehouse

Had lunch at McDonalds

With the boys

I had never seen someone smash a window

The kid living in a mansion

Not too far from that window

Kicked it in

As I watched in horror

My croatian friend beside me

He‘s now a banker

I made fun of his weight

And all regrets are mine now

I should have smashed a window first

and set fire to his house