The buzz was very soothing, interupted only by the occational train. The noise would start as a louder and highter buzz. Progressing to a rumble next to many loud unseperable noises acompanied by the ground shaking. The people would file out, mill about awhile and finaly acend out of my site. This time it was different. A well dressed man sat next to me a started to talk at me.
"I have three kids. A girl and..."
I hated this man already. He was a clown. A monkey. What was his purpose? Why did he exist? Was it to talk to me about nothing? To make himself feel better? To make me feel better? I hate him. When I heard him again he was yelling franticly about how I had vomited on his fancy Italian made shoe. I could not stop laughing. What a weak and useless human.
But is that not the point?
