the names of things.

on my way home, a girl sitting at the back of the bus was disrupting the peace and quiet on 151. tired faces, limp bodies and bobbing heads; they turned towards her occasionally hinting for her to stop but she just would not. listening to her prep talk her friend on relationship problems in funny accented english was a terrible experience. she wasnt socialized properly and i pitied her; the commuters were probably cursing and swearing silently as a result of her actions. i know i did, i took a good look at her and shook my head; poor one. 9:52 PM