…which I did not cause in anyway, is like stepping into a lift when its previous occupants had been smoking in. The lift goes on up, but you can’t help but wonder if the 4 walls are closing in as the lingering exhaust wrought its strangle-hold on you, like some form of sadistic, prolonged mental torture.
I dun give a damn if you die, just dun bring anyone else along with you. If you have no heart, grow a brain at least. Read the freaking sign in the lift.
