I am tired and irritated. I had a miserable day at work today, the kind that makes you want to choke your supervisor. The type where the minutes drag making your already horrible day feel like an entirety. The weather has not helped at all either; it has been a miserable southeastern summer day. To describe it more accurately high 90’s, 95 percent humidity, no breeze, and the clouds hover ominously teasing of rain but really just trapping the heat in. I leave the yard with my buddy and get in his truck. Before he drops me at the bus station we share an end of the day cigarette. After getting out I remove my hard hat and walk the rest of the way to the station.
The bus is late again the third time in a row just this week and it is only Wednesday. Perfect it isn’t like I do not have anything to do with my life. I put on my headphones which claim to be studio quality, noise cancelling, and boast a bass that can be matched by no other. I turn them up to max volume drowning out the noise around me. I will probably be deaf by the time I am 40 but that is a fate I am happy choosing. I pick up a copy of the paper which I have no real interest in. I hope that burying my face in it will help block out the rest of the world. Removing my stainless steel butane lighter and another cigarette from the left breast pocket of my coveralls I light it and take an exaggerated hit. I slowly release the smoke then allow it to become a dense fog around me.
Flipping through the paper only increases my anger. On the front page there is an article about some politician who is caught up in some kind of scandal that no one cares about. The second page is reserved for “entertainment”, as if anything this paper has to say could be minutely entertaining. There is a review for some Hollywoodized remakes of movies that were bad the first time around and could not be made better if George Lucas redid them. People really pay for this stuff? I angrily throw the paper away annoyed that ink and paper were wasted to create the thing.
Cool rain begins to fall. Finally some relief from the heat and humidity I had to endure all day. My jeans start to get wet, and I get a little bit chilly. Where is that bus? I do not want to sit out in this weather for much longer, As relieving as the rain is, wet jeans are never comfortable. Plus who can tell how long it will be until it actually begins to storm.
Gazing off into the crowd of people who are waiting for the bus, I see something that catches my eye. You see there are very few things that I get involved in with life, but the sight of domestic violence turns my stomach inside out. Watching a man slam a defenseless girl into a wall is enough to get me back on my feet. I become momentarily excited; a little violence is just the type of entertainment I am looking for tonight. Plus maybe if I save this broad’s face from being beat to a pulp she will let me take her home with her tonight, wouldn’t that be something special. She looks like a real sweet southern belle. She is clad in a tight flannel which is unbuttoned down to the top of her breasts, short cut off shorts, and a pair of cowboy boots. Taking one last drag off my cig, I furiously fling it at the ground and confidently lumber over to the scene. Now I may not be a pro at anything else, but I know how to give as good as I take. Plus this guy… yeah he is kind of scrawny.
I grab the dude by the shoulder and say, “What is the problem here, ya couldn’t find someone that would spare the time to fight’cha so you picked someone who couldn’t fight back?” He turns around and sneers at me. Sadly for him it is the last expression he would make that night. A bolt of lightning sears through the sky, a clap a of thunder deafens the impact, and a stream of blood comes slowly flying from the guys lip. One gorilla sized fist to the face and the dude drops like a rock. I didn’t even have to break a sweat in order to put that punk to sleep.
Immediately after knocking that slack jaw out I turn towards the girl. I ask, “Honey is everything aw’right are ya hurt. I am pretty sure that fool will no longer be bothering you.”
Sobbing she forces out, “Yeah I’ll be okay, thanks for saving me, man you have some pretty massive arms.”
Actually that is not what is said at all. After asking if she is okay I hear the all too familiar hiss of the bus’ breaks as it grinds its way to the stop. Still sobbing she shakes her head in a positive gesture motioning that she will be fine. By her lack of speech I take it that she wants to be left alone. I feel a little slighted, but still proudly make my way towards the bus. I am pleased that I got to release some anger and help that girl out as well. Boarding the bus I drop my fare into the ticket machine; after it clangs its way to the bottom my receipt is printed. I take it and head to my seat. Dropping into my seat, I let my head fall back against the head rest.
The bus is late again the third time in a row just this week and it is only Wednesday. Perfect it isn’t like I do not have anything to do with my life. I put on my headphones which claim to be studio quality, noise cancelling, and boast a bass that can be matched by no other. I turn them up to max volume drowning out the noise around me. I will probably be deaf by the time I am 40 but that is a fate I am happy choosing. I pick up a copy of the paper which I have no real interest in. I hope that burying my face in it will help block out the rest of the world. Removing my stainless steel butane lighter and another cigarette from the left breast pocket of my coveralls I light it and take an exaggerated hit. I slowly release the smoke then allow it to become a dense fog around me.
Flipping through the paper only increases my anger. On the front page there is an article about some politician who is caught up in some kind of scandal that no one cares about. The second page is reserved for “entertainment”, as if anything this paper has to say could be minutely entertaining. There is a review for some Hollywoodized remakes of movies that were bad the first time around and could not be made better if George Lucas redid them. People really pay for this stuff? I angrily throw the paper away annoyed that ink and paper were wasted to create the thing.
Cool rain begins to fall. Finally some relief from the heat and humidity I had to endure all day. My jeans start to get wet, and I get a little bit chilly. Where is that bus? I do not want to sit out in this weather for much longer, As relieving as the rain is, wet jeans are never comfortable. Plus who can tell how long it will be until it actually begins to storm.
Gazing off into the crowd of people who are waiting for the bus, I see something that catches my eye. You see there are very few things that I get involved in with life, but the sight of domestic violence turns my stomach inside out. Watching a man slam a defenseless girl into a wall is enough to get me back on my feet. I become momentarily excited; a little violence is just the type of entertainment I am looking for tonight. Plus maybe if I save this broad’s face from being beat to a pulp she will let me take her home with her tonight, wouldn’t that be something special. She looks like a real sweet southern belle. She is clad in a tight flannel which is unbuttoned down to the top of her breasts, short cut off shorts, and a pair of cowboy boots. Taking one last drag off my cig, I furiously fling it at the ground and confidently lumber over to the scene. Now I may not be a pro at anything else, but I know how to give as good as I take. Plus this guy… yeah he is kind of scrawny.
I grab the dude by the shoulder and say, “What is the problem here, ya couldn’t find someone that would spare the time to fight’cha so you picked someone who couldn’t fight back?” He turns around and sneers at me. Sadly for him it is the last expression he would make that night. A bolt of lightning sears through the sky, a clap a of thunder deafens the impact, and a stream of blood comes slowly flying from the guys lip. One gorilla sized fist to the face and the dude drops like a rock. I didn’t even have to break a sweat in order to put that punk to sleep.
Immediately after knocking that slack jaw out I turn towards the girl. I ask, “Honey is everything aw’right are ya hurt. I am pretty sure that fool will no longer be bothering you.”
Sobbing she forces out, “Yeah I’ll be okay, thanks for saving me, man you have some pretty massive arms.”
Actually that is not what is said at all. After asking if she is okay I hear the all too familiar hiss of the bus’ breaks as it grinds its way to the stop. Still sobbing she shakes her head in a positive gesture motioning that she will be fine. By her lack of speech I take it that she wants to be left alone. I feel a little slighted, but still proudly make my way towards the bus. I am pleased that I got to release some anger and help that girl out as well. Boarding the bus I drop my fare into the ticket machine; after it clangs its way to the bottom my receipt is printed. I take it and head to my seat. Dropping into my seat, I let my head fall back against the head rest.