HELL IS A PLACE.
Drop your bag atop my feet, jabber jabber to my right, coughing snorting to my left, popping gum across the aisle daring me to say a word. Clap clap clap, clap clap clap clap, until her hands are sore while others read and some do snore. Suddenly like a crazed cuckoo, head reared back she screeches like a wounded hound; please stand clear of the closing doors, Shades of Hades beneath the ground. The music blare its tinny whine from a…