Just what the Funk Doctor ordered

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Nights Like This...

I should have an emergency bottle of scotch on hand at all times because...damn. It started at work as most of these things do. I had a drink and was about to have another when across the room boisterous drunks broke out and flooded every ear in the room with what they do best, being fucking annoying. That and given that my two particular co-workers were at odds and both in moods I said "fuck this, I'm heading home." That's when everything started. I walked to the bus stop and missed the first bus there so I waited the fifteen minutes for the other one. Given it's Philadelphia on a Saturday/Sunday at 2 am (as soon as the bars close) a flood of even more annoying drunks came out of the wood work. There were mobs of obnoxious people picking fights with other obnoxious people, even more people just shouting, one or two standing on cars. In fact the only sweet hearted thing I saw that kept me from wanting to castrate all of humanity was a girl fell flat on her face and her boyfriend lovingly picked her up, dusted her off, and a couple women in a car at the red light poked out and said "are you okay sweetie?". At that the boyfriend, with a warm and slightly embarrassed smile, just lovingly said "yeah we're fine" and escorted his girlfriend the rest of the way home. Shortly afterwards the bus came and was quiet and welcoming. I got off at my stop, which, is still in town but certainly far away from the mobs in center city, and then even more drunks came by, this time in cars. There was honking, screaming out the window, some girls tried to get my attention by revving their engine and honking and I just hung my head, ignored them, and kept on my usual feverish pace. 30 minutes later I got home, was welcomed by a puddle of dog piss on the carpet, the dog doing her "will I or won't I go in" game after I let her out, and then she ran in and dragged her ass on the carpet in a panic because somehow she got a paint chip stuck to it. End Scene.
This is where I look back on that last paragraph and just think...WHY!? Why must people make asses of themselves? Why must everyone be so fucking miserable in their own lives they have to make everyone around them miserable as well? Why in the fuck am I still living in such a concentration of liars, thieves, loud mouths, and very very amateur drunks? I don't understand it and never will. Yes I've made an ass out of myself plenty of times, but never ever to the extent that I perceived every single goddamn mouth breather I came across tonight. The ONLY thing that is keeping me grounded in reality and not in fever dreams where I commit mass genocide are the little things such as the couple I saw at the bus stop I mentioned, and two women on the bus playing with a bubble gun...Thank you, I needed this.