While taking the train from Southern Cross Station (city loop),
This east a***n food outlet girl worker came in from Melbourne Central Station and sat across me.
She was picking her nose directly in my line of vision as the train crossed several stations in the SE suburbs.
Is there any wonder why I don't posses a sense of belonging to,
Nor wish at all to assume any sort of identity (read: *****, or *******)?
*grimaces*
