Waiting for a train.

It’s running late, I’m sure of it.

The damn thing comes here everyday at 7pm on the dot so why is it not here at 7.03?

It needs to get here soon or I’ll miss showtime and everyone will be damn disappointed.

This is getting concerning, 7.05 and still no train. How can this kind of tardiness be acceptable? Someone needs to be fired or have their pay cut or something. What kind of half witted monkey is running this thing? Some neanderthal dug up just to pull a goddamn lever I’ll bet.

This is the problem with this disgusting system. We build monstrous concrete walls around us to keep nature out and create great steel behemoths to move us through our nature-less existence. These things are made to run on a perfect timetable to make sure we are here to move ourselves from one soul destroying, earth raping pointless cube of concrete to the next so we can do something useless to be given plastic sheets and metal discs that we trade with others for the right to live in another cube of concrete or eat something so far from the plant of animal it once was that I’m shocked it keeps us alive at all. Then when the damn behemoth doesn’t arrive at the goddamn time it’s supposed to the system falls apart.

7.07. What the hell? I’m going to be late for sure. I really needed this one thing to run smoothly. Why does nothing run smoothly in my life? Surely I deserve a break as small as a train arriving on time. The battery on my mp3 just died, fantastic now the train is late and I have to listen to babbling teenagers talking about a boy that felt them up and about how they now regret it because they had a boyfriend. It shocks me these morons even get sympathy. Perhaps these kids have actually sniffed enough paint to have halted their brain development entirely.

7.09. I can’t take much more of this. So much noise. Such idiotic, pointless noise. A baby is crying to my right, those idiot teens are bitching to the left, a message keeps saying the train is delayed and apologizing over the speaker. The message sounds like it was recorded in the 1920s using a cardboard tube. It’s so hard to make out you damn near need fucking super powers to hear it right in the first 3 announcements.

7.10. I can finally see the train in the distance. I may make it after all. A little late but now that doesn’t matter. We are drawing ever closer to show time. I’m nervous if I were to be honest. I hope there’s a big turn out. I would love for this performance to be a hit. My face on newspapers and magazines. It’s about the only thing you can do to be worthwhile now days. It’s almost like a kind of immortality. Oh man so many butterflies in my stomach I think I could throw up a damn migration of the things. No time for that now. It’s time to make this happen. I will be somebody after this. Time to step onto the middle of that track and see what kind of mess I make.