i don't understand people mister. they crush your hand in greeting, they step on your feet, you howl, they seem oblivious, they drive down the center of the road, they gun the gas when you're in the crosswalk, they plow your bones on the cell phone, they're hostile they're oblivious there's too many people i'm just one. it's not just the murderous marauders like trump obomba poppy & baby bush, it's people you have to meet like them 
every day on the street.