"Did you get him?" asks the smug young man with the neatly trimmed goatee.
"He wasn't even there," whispers the sunburnt man with the bulging eyes in the stained white tank top, breathing hard after a hard-fought boxing match with no one.
"No, life is whoring yourself because of people's expectations."
"I wish I could be comfortable in silence."
Today, all I wanted was to not have to care about or take care of anything or anyone.