I'm sitting quietly in the park, quietly starving, just reading stuff on my iOS device. Two seemingly random walkers pass by, they are chatting loudly, much louder than all the other walkers going around the circular walking circuit. As they pass me, one of them shouts out in my direction 'Die!', followed by maniacle laughter from both of them.
I calmly reply, 'infiniti no'. Not much else I can do.
I remember that this morning on the way to the internet place, after the first corner there was an early funeral ceremony / sombre celebration happening. Funerals have this strange tendency to materialise at the end of bullying cyckes, just when they are about to start starving you. #