Walking behind a couple of men who are moving fuckingly (not a word... i don't care... i like the way it sounds) slow.

They have no sense of their surroundings they are not holding hands...but they should be. I have a case of beer in my hand that i have yet to find a comfortable way of holding, it currently is cutting the circulation off the tips of my fingers.

These men are blocking the clearing way of the side walk, i can not pass them on either side. They are leaving me in limbo, doing a stupid dance from side to side behind them hoping a opening will appear.

They both keep looking in the windows of the shops they pass by. They make comments.

"I bought all my futons for all my rooms in there" one says.

This statement almost pushes me over the edge. I hate it to the core. I hate the way he held on to the word ALL and let the L's drag on for way longer than need be. Worse than that, i can envision this man's apartment with each room another fucking futon that had a spread or cover that matched whatever the fucking motif he was trying to convey...

why he needs more than one futon...why he will not just get a fucking real bed...even if this was the case, or the truth in his life...why the fuck he feels the need to tell another human being, to share this trivial of all trivial facts is beyond my form of conception...

my fingers throb, and i feel the case shifting.

I squeeze to the right of them where i think i see a space.

I am pushed into a sandwich board that has cartoon figures of fish smiling and prices beside the figures and some another bullshit of maki or nori...which i could give a fuck about.

The one man turns around and looks back at me as the sandwich board slams to the ground.

"We're we in your way?" he looks at me with these eyes that i'd love to scoop out with those spoons that are used for digging out grapefruit slices...

"You both should fuck off and die..." and as i say this the case slips from my hand and crashes to the ground, i can hear at least three separate bottles in the case break...

"You asshole!" says the other guy, and they both turn and keep walking in the direction they were headed...they are not stopping to look in the windows any more, and I believe their conversation has ceased, at least for the time they are in my ear shot.

I watch them walk further down the road, my heart racing in my chest...these two were the 7th and 8th people i had wished dead...today.