I was considering crashing the band luau today. Even if I had been allowed to, I couldn't have. That kind of situation calls for big, dark sunglasses. Of which I possess none. I would need to be scathing in order to survive the night, and you can't possibly be scathing and aloof with your eyes visible. Irises and pupils give away every deception. I would have to look through people. Bitingly ignore them. There are two old men that I work with that, when they take their breaks together, they sit, always at the same tables, and.. lament. How life's such a trial in the land of the free. Their teeth gritted with sore joints and disgust. They discuss life over the crackle of their discarded walkies. Society. Morals. The modern generation. Politics, once. They never know I'm listening, over Diet Pepsi and snack-machine scavagings. They're used to being ignored.