a dynamic short fiction
created for you just now:
Oh my God, I can't believe the kind of bullshit that I have to go through every God damned day. I'm on my feet all day long, taking care of people's disgusting shit and piss and nastiness and all that nasty shit. And then I have to take the goddamned bus. I can't believe this shit.
It's so random how people just do things sometimes, y'know? It's like this kid at school this one time back in fifth grade. God, it seems so long ago, y'know? Like four years. Anyways, he like flipped out one day and just started humming real low. He just sat there humming. Totally random. Humming? What the hell is that? Who hums?
I love how when I have my headphones on, it's like I'm in another world. Like nobody knows I'm listening to them, like it's all just me and my music, but I can see them and they can't see me. Like they think I can't hear them, but I can, if I want, and then I'm like way in charge.
This guy will not shut up. What the hell? Go away, mister. No, I will not give you a quarter. I do not have a quarter for you. Now I'm really getting pissed, dude, so just like go away and leave me alone. Can't anyone else see this shit going on? What the hell? Jeezus.