If this moment were to have music…

Sometimes when walking on any given city block, forced to weave through crowds of people who walk too slow, walk on the wrong side, or can’t walk in a straight line for the life of them, I just want to throw my hands up in the air, say ‘fuck this!’, and retire to a pretty place with no people. Maybe I’ll buy an old pick-up and an overly-sociable dog named Frampton who growls in the face of adversity but can’t actually do anything. It’d be the life.

But realistically, I’d be bored after a while. There’s nothing worse than boredom, boring people, and boring places. I’ll stick with the people who don’t know how to walk.