They litter the streets like garbage. They wear suits that cost a paycheck and eat dinners that cost two. The brief cases are filled with shit that have no relation to such. The shoes are nothing more then a glorified blue light special. Those fortunate enough not to need prescription eye wear, wear sun glasses, they look like less important douche bags although their pay checks make me weep. \tMy car has to take the brunt of their ass holery. The brakes of my 95' Pontiac sequel and censor the profanities leaving my lips. They manage to forget about their cell phones for a moment long enough to give me a dirty look and dodge a cab to lather rinse and repeat. \tIt just another pointless day with even more pointless objectives bringing undue stress and anger. Why anyone would come down here is beyond me. That just brings up the question though, why am I down here in the midst of a center shitty rush hour? \tOh yea, that rights. My fuck head sister likes to mingle down here. Maybe I should head home, but three blocks from her she waits. Why waste the gas and not come through on my word? Cause I already wasted the gas to come this far, that's why. \tSo I endure those three long blocks with help of good old Zep on the radio. Approaching the corner where she waiting impatiently I throw on my flashers and stop. A cab behind me sounds its horn, how FUCKING ironic…