Rise and Not Shine

Your average pre-morning before heading for the blood-curling 6:56 AM train. 

You're sleeping in a fetal position in your yummy warm sheets,your face is getting along just great with your pillow, and you're having that dream again that you're being chased down by a polar bear. Well my friends, unfortunately bad things do happen and that is when your peace of mind gets raped by your three alarm clocks that start charging at you in unison. You think you're still dreaming, no no, you have to get up to turn off the blitzkrieg that is taking place on your nightstand. You're conscious now, it's  6 AM, the sky is morbidly black, and you kind of wish that polar bear was still hunting you down. It's bad, it's just really awful.You half-assed get dressed while hating your life.

If your spouse or parent loves you enough to drive you the station, well then you suck; but if you're not as fortunate, you have to do the whole drive, park, walk to the station procedure.

It's half past 6, and you're behind the wheel (you see, no one loves you that much). You almost kill a few whacked out pedestrians who are wearing full fledge workout gear to go for a stroll(apparently they think a stroll is aerobically effective, "I doubt they've worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum!"). Six minutes into your drive your brain registers that you just listened to the entire really annoying Katy Perry friday night song. OH wait no, there goes another weirdo bike rider who you almost ran over again. You hustle over to the station and you have the pleasure of being greeted by perky morning people politicians who shove flyers in your face, REALLY NOW? Then you make it safe and sound on train to hear smart Wall St. people say words like "detriment" , and you get to see your fellow train mates all sporting that face of misery. You all give eachother that "I know, this really sucks" look, and...

Anything before 7 am should just be outlawed.

THE END!