Knucklehead

A big fiery sky. I had slept like a log and was still surprised to find myself in a new and strange day.
So that's the end of the working week. Exchanging precious days of my life for money which I will put aside, too feart to spend. A canny man, indeed.
This comes to you from the top deck of the 22 bus. Why don't jackasses buy proper earplugs? You know, the ones that plug right into your aural canal. Goddam it. Must get the blood pressure checked or that money will never get spent, well not by me, anyway.