Tremors of terror rifled through my body this morning, as the full effect washed over me. A complaint that fully embodied yuppie-dom had entered my head, and there was little I could do to ignore it.

Trodding towards the subway, I popped in my white headphones and started up my latest purchase from the iTunes store. The slow English drawl sputtered out and began rolling sarcasms into my ear, as I strove to awaken myself to a high enough degree to hear them.

Just as the voice hit his stride, a growing din rumbled onto the street beside me. I turned up the volume. The noise doubled as it pulled closer, and I jacked up the decibels in response.

The morning monster stalled at a corner, and for a moment, I escaped him, but he was not to be deterred. I turned and stared as he drowned out every last lilting word.

I was angry at a street cleaner, ’cause I couldn