Today, my name is Arriba.

Ok, so I literally just got back home from following my sister to Price Choppers. We were in the cereal aisle when I see this little girl, no older than 4 years old, and something about her catches my eye. As I'm standing 2 feet away from her, she turns around to look at the cereal behind me and it is at that point where I realize that her mother has put black eye liner on her child. What the hell? When I was 17, my mom didn't even like when I wore makeup. She told me to save it for when I'm going somewhere really important. I didn't listen of course, but I just really couldn't understand WHY this little girls mother had put makeup on her. To make it worse, just as my sister and I were leaving the cereal aisle, I hear someone say "Arriba! Come here!". Sure enough, I turn around and see the same 4 year old goth child running back to her mother. When I see shit like this, it really makes me wonder what fucking drugs these people are on. Arriba, pssh!