Your hand and arm will really hurt this morning if a pickup truck almost backs over you in downtown Atlanta and you punch a door so hard your knuckles start to bleed and Dunkin Donuts had a long line of conventioneers so now you’re drinking a diet coke instead of a gigantic life affirming cup of caffeine and the Asian girl next to you is complaining about her test in Intermediate Accounting which she obviously got a fucking B on but because of the way academics are treated in her culture that’s a fate worse then marrying an African American.