•-------------------------------------------------------------------------------• Living in a smog covered city my whole life has done a number on my lungs. My coughing has gotten a bit worse than it was this time last year. I'll probably get lung cancer just like the kind my grandpa died from in a decade or so. I'm not helping my health either by smoking for both breakfast and lunch, but it fills the void in my stomach I'm too poor to fill with actual substantial nutrition. In retrospect I'd probably have a few extra bucks to toss at a vending machine if I didn't buy the cancer sticks, but that's a cycle I couldn't care enough to fix. Rain droplets fell on the sidewalk and my work clothes, dampening the top of my head and my shoulders first. I looked up to the sky that was now filled with gray clouds, raindrops hit my nose and cheeks. The cigarette in my hand quickly moistened and I threw the ruined thing into a nearby trash can on my way back into my office building. I walked right in on a god damn fist fight. A large very hairy older man was driving his over sized fist over and over again into an equally as hairy but smaller, younger, man. Right into his bearded face. I don't let my face show surprise, which I'm surprised I am surprised. I've seen a number of wild shenanigans at this workplace, but never an actual fight. close to, but never full on. I need context, and stat. "Gloria!" I whipped by head towards the receptio
