That guy is looking at me funny—he just moved all his groceries closer to him—jeez man it’s No Frills fr crissake—he’s looking at me like I’m Chinese and he can’t trust me—goddamn bastard hates me cause I’m Chinese? Hey! I’m Canadian, moron, Fuck you!

Look at that woman—she is looking at me like I am a terrorist—I can tell it—goddamned Arab they call me—utterly unaware I am from India—fuck them.

That guy keeps looking at me like he’s waiting for me to do something—like I’m going to jack his car or something—fuck him—fuck you all …

Each of those guys looking at me … they wish! What a bunch of losers—leave me alone!—I really wish I could walk down the street without losers like that saying stupid things—FUCK OFF!!

I am utterly without hope, without redemption, without friends—I am going to have to start begging to make ends meet—I am worthless and can’t make enough money—I’d like to tell the world to fuck off, but I think it beat me to the punchline.

It all started when the fucking squirrely Puerto Rican guy just laced the Guatemalan guy in the back of the head when the Brazilian guy told the Greek guy the Italian football team was just a bunch of wives for the Germans. Fuk’n’jeez—people get worked up, eh?