I booked passage across the great prairies. This mode of transportation was still novel back then. I was seated next to a very large, white mouse and his counterpart-- an R&B, finger picking, Brit guitarist in a dark suit. I couldn't hear myself think over their non stop, arguing.
"That's me biscuit, poofta!"
"Piss off!"
Even with my headphones on I couldn't drown them out, trying to listen Douche Bomb's latest album. It was an G minor chord played for 45 minutes on a Casio keyboard while the band binge drank and vomited in the background.
I opened my window shade all the way to let in as much sun as possible but it didn't bother them.
As we passed the Grand Canyon I realized...this will be normal someday.