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?
We're rolling down Kenmore Westbound and I notice this guy on the bus, with a Sabres sweatshirt on, and he's kind of yelling towards this girl who might be, what, 15 or something? She's one of them kids with the white headphones and her pants aren't tall enough. I don't try to be judging and all, but you just notice things. Like this guy is harrassing this girl and she's pretending not to hear him. She can hear him. I know if I called her stop, even without them new signs, she'd hear me.
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.