The wall

Sometimes you wish you wouldn't half overhear conversations in bars.

There's not anyone here with whom I can converse and therefore block out the guy who's spouting off as I write this. The only slight problem is that he's just out of range for full clarity. The state of my ears being what it is I can't quite confirm that he is the bigoted fascist I'm taking him for. There's a lesson there somewhere.

Still, it could have been one of those conversations where you swear they're talking about you but you just missed the crucial part. Those suck. What's that? You never had that? Sucks to be me eh?