Everything was going well until late in the evening.
I was riding the bus home with some friends, having just been to the "Harvester" for a meal, when suddenly I had a thought. It quickly ended up being one of those huge, all-consuming, intolerable thoughts. It was one of those thoughts that make you stop thinking, so fast you end up with a traffic backlog in your brain, with lots of other angry thoughts making a lot of noise about how unfair it is that someone else has pushed in front.
All of the rest were just background noise though, just buzzing behind a giant neon sign, a great, glaring sun of a thought:
"My Grandad's dead."
That was