“It’s sunny here no more, I guess” I whisper to myself, as I empty the container, pouring the liquid over the manicured lawn of Kermit’s abode, beside the red pavement of this infamous street, I learned to hate so much.

As I hear grunts of dying Muppets from a distance, I relish the satisfying warmth of burning wood and the screeching sound of melting rubber.

“I never liked those Muppets, anyway” I say to myself. They are so annoyingly colorful, such chauvinists! Feeding my then young mind useless information, count 1 to 10, the sky is blue, A is for apple and B, well B… is for burn… burn in hell you stupid freaks!
They lived in this place of no worries, a place I never come to know. They smiled and they sang their happy songs, and where was I? I was sitting in a dark corner of my room singing a rendition of “C is for Cookie”, while I swallow my own spit just to ease my hunger.

Yes we were poor, but, I was a dreamer, and my biggest dream was to live in a street just like this. A street where there are only smiling faces, warm hugs, rainbow's ends and blue elephants parading up and down. But, I guess I just realized that this was all fake and that I would never have my very own happy world, like what my dad once told me, while he pounded his belt buckle against my numbing flesh, because I tried to stray away from home just to find this street.

You were all manipulating me. You even had the audacity to tell me that there are true friends out in my very world, that I just need to shake hands and introduce myself, like what you told me, Big Bird. Well guess what, you oversized chicken, I did have some of those so-called friends you boasted proudly about. One raped my sister, the other stole my car and the last got me hooked on drugs.
Yes, I blame this street for making me believe that the world is a big puddle of neon colored crayons. It systematically corrupted my mind, it patronized my sufferings. It made me so very angry!

"No! Anger is bad". Is that what you’re saying, Ernie? Well then, let me suppress this by choking you to death, you faggot!

This street gave me such false hope. I spent an hour of my every fucking day, watching your well choreographed antics. Then what? You all say bye bye just like that. Leaving me with the burden of facing my rotten family. We were burned alive by pain and injustices. I screamed out your names, Cookie Monster! Grover! Ernie! Bert! Big Bird! Snuffleupagus! Even you, Elmo. But, none of you ever came. I guess you were all busy partying and drinking and getting all knocked up in your superstar dressing rooms... such lazy pigs!

You, Elmo, I hope the fire burning your flesh bring you back to your senses. For 25 years, it was you who pained me the most. You were my only friend. My bestest best friend, in fact. Watching you back then is like sex for me now. Such freedom! My nirvana! My escape from my terrible state. But it was also you, who failed me the most. You failed me so miserably, when you told me that after each storm, we shall see a very sunny day. Fucking ugly red monster! The sun didn’t shine even a tiny bit. When hardships came to my young life, it never stopped pouring. You are such a liar, Elmo! So, please just shut up and suffocate until you die.

I am doing this to save a young child from corporate America’s pseudo-reality. A child who holds on so tightly to his rubber duckie as he sees his womanizing dad tear his life apart. A child who blinds himself in feeling fuzzy and blue when he should be running for his dear life. A child who is counting on some weird frilly multi-colored monster friends. I was like this tortured child, and now I am a grown man dropping his half-lit cigarrette over the fuel moistened ground.

No more sunny days! No more sweeping the clouds away! No more every things A-OK! There is just this fire, burning away 123 Sesame Street.