Morning routine

Based

On the tram again.

Late as usual, exhausted, very tired.

Every night when I go to sleep, I promise to be on time tomorrow.

Today is tomorrow.

Tomorrow's an entirely different day.

I got a guy next to me reading a book.

He's reading a real book out of paper, A REAL PAPERBOOK!

What's wrong with him, he must be an intellectual guy?

Wonder what it is about?

Should I ask him?

No, better not, perhaps he will explain it to me. And then we have to talk.

I'm tired of it. Speaking.

No, I'm looking out the window.

Thats better.

Someone is coughing, perhaps Covid.

COVID!

Where the hell is he right behind me, and I hope it's not COVID?

I'm kind of curious about what the girl in front of me is thinking.

Now she picked up her phone.

Was it an interesting message perhaps.

She didn't change the expression of her face, so it perhaps wasn't.

Someone message her," I'm sick today, do you cover up for me".

It was payday yesterday. Hangover.

It appears that many on the tram are tired today.

Did they all party yesterday?

Luckily, I don't have a hangover anymore, I stopped drinking a year and a half ago.

Best I've ever done.

I have had my drinking time.

And now my mind is sharper. Just a little bit.

Wonder if it's an antivaxxer on the tram.

This past weekend there was a protest in the city against vaccinated passports.

A number of them were interviewed on TV.

Not one of the most brilliant people in the world.

Irrational responses about why they manifest.

Perhaps there is an antivaxxer on the tram watching me wearing a face mask and thinking, what a stupid guy, he believes in all the lies the government plants in his head.

I hope my wife will not come home in front of me today and find the letter from the bailiff.

She'd be upset again.

Four hundred bucks to pay, how can I afford it?

When I got my liquor problem, I made a lot of mistakes. Particularly bad investments.

And now I got a huge debt to repay.

Every month, the same thing, "forget" to pay a couple of bills. I'm wiping it out of my head.

And then they come, much more expensive.

I know, not that bright.

There are two places ahead of me on the tram. There's a guy in that left seat.

And what he smells.

No showers over here.

Well, I can still smell the odors, I still don't have COVID.

That is a good thing today.

I wonder if anyone said he needed a shower.

Should I.

Oh, no.

That's a little overkill.

My shoulder is killing me.

This better not get any worse. What if it's cancer?

The tram stopped and the smelly man went off.

Nice.

An old lady went on the tram and took the man's seat. How come she gets up so early? Go to the doctor, perhaps.

She doesn't look too happy.

Don't, stare at her.

Don't.

She has a little dog with her and raises it on her knees.

Maybe not an appointment with the doctor.

You can't have a dog in the doc's office.

What an ugly dog, looks like he hit the wall several times. He looks like the owner, sad, and he seems to snore when he breathes.

Somebody's talking to themselves, loudly.

Could be someone psychotic.

No, I can see her headphones.

She's talkin' to somebody on the phone.

The ear buds have to be the perfect cover for a psychotic person.

You can sit down and speak loudly if you have an earpiece in your ear, nobody would care.

It may be politically incorrect to think that.

Erase.

The next station is my station.

Tomorrow, I won't be late, I swear.

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