Shivers
I was trying desperately to ignore the semi-drunk babbler on the train into work today. Okay, telling you the time doesn't make you my friend and informing you that yes, this train goes downtown (like all trains in this city do) doesn't make me want to hear your life story.
And then he said, "Are you afraid to die?"
Pause.
"What?"
"Dying. Does it frighten you?"
Yeah. That's exactly the conversation I want to have with a drunk homeless guy.