The Prodigy

A computer programmer finds himself in an odd situation.

I hate my life.  Well, my new life that is.  See, when I was reincarnated, my memories of my past life were not purged from my brain.  Once, I was a top notch computer programmer and web developer.  Now I live a life sitting in my own soggy s**t and crying for b**b milk.  It's degrading.  I'm a steak man; Merlot is more my speed.  Or a Bud Lite.  Not freaking b**b milk.  And diapers... I'd give anything to give up these memories and live in ignorant bliss to what is being molded around my butt cheeks as I sit.

On the bright side, I could be the next child genius.  As soon as I can walk, I am gonna be on that computer and showing off faster than my parents can say "horseradish"!

But for now, I must wait, stewing in my own s**t, unable to voice my disgust with the situation in any other way but those awful lonnnggg sobs.  You know the ones - like when some kid throws a tantrum at a restaurant.