train smoke
so the other day some guy just gets off the train. he immediately whips out a cigarette. he didn't light it. which is good. he sees me with my skates going the other direction. and strikes up a conversation. or attempts to. i'm unresponsive. i want to smash my fist into this fucker's face. over and over. it would feel really good. i have no idea why i'm checking rage so hard i can't speak. he keeps trying to be friendly. i know it's not his fault personally that my nice old neighbor is dying of lung cancer. he doesn't know anything about the bedside vigil her family is keeping. he's not personally responsible for that labored rasp dell calls a breath. nope not him. no responsibility whatsoever. still.