I’m standing here at 2:31 in the you-know-what morning and I’m waiting for the last D6 of the evening to take me home.

Down the road, on Mass just west of Dupont, the lights are flashing and the sirens are going off: The Dick needs a haircut or a blowjob and therefore nothing else matters, much less my plight to make it home for a $1.25 bus fare versus $15.00 for a cab. Traffic will be re-routed and I will assume my position among the homeless, walking aimlessless but yet pointing myself towards home.

Yes, this what I am forced to deal with as an unemployed person. Thanks Georgie how the fuck did we ever get to this and could I please have some of the billions of gazillions of dollars you’ve spent on making yourself a more rich oil family?? I hope you and you personals die horrible deaths and finally, in your privileged lives, find out how the rest of us feel. You can burn in hell for all I care.

On top of everything I am forced to relocate myself to a bus stop which is in front of a previous boyfriend’s apartment, and could I not be more sickened?