emotio-man's forecast: beautiful day

im not an angry person by nature, especially in a sunday dress and fresh flowers at hand, but it can brew in this little body of mine. So maybe its the neverending catcalling or the crazy homeless man who left his trash behind after eating some weird digusting shit, or the girl sitting across from me still sucking her thumb at the age of twelve, or maybe [most likely] its the idiotic, degenerate couple that is treating their kid like absolute shit.