â€œYou know I am going there because I have to go, not because I want to go. There is a difference between â€˜have toâ€™ and â€˜want toâ€™.â€ The woman screamed.
A man approached her and looked like he was kissing her.
Then, he screamed, â€œThere are two type of people in this society; one that has money and one that is drunk. Everyone else is in between. If you are not one of these two, donâ€™t fucking come knock on my door! The light is on, but I wonâ€™t answer.â€
Approach to the woman again, he makes a Karate-like move. Then, he sits on the chair and screams, â€œI like Stephen King!â€
It is quiet for a moment, then the woman screamed at the man, â€œAt least I know where I am going! But you donâ€™t know where you are going!!â€
He screamed back to her, â€œBut I know where I am!â€
She repeats, â€œI know where I am going but you donâ€™t know where you are going!â€
He responds, â€œBut I know where I am!â€ Then they begin to shout back and forth.
â€I know where I am going but you donâ€™t know where you are going!â€
â€œBut I know where I am!â€
â€œI know where I am going but you donâ€™t know where you are going!â€
â€œBut I know where I am!â€
The man says, â€œYou know, there are people who have and people who donâ€™t!â€
The man continued, â€œYou, you, you what! You want to or you have to what?â€
The woman screams back to him, â€œI tell you here is my answer, â€˜I donâ€™t know!â€™ There are always three answers to everything I want, I have to, and I donâ€™t know!â€
She continues, â€œBut I know where I am going and you donâ€™t!â€
â€œBut I know where I am!â€ The man screamed. â€œHave a seat. There is a seat hereâ€ He continued as he pointed to the seat next to him.
But she screams, â€œNo! Someoneâ€™s ass was sitting there! I am not going to put my ass on someoneâ€™s asshole!
â€œBitch! You are a fucking bitch, you know. You know what I call someone like you? A Hooker! You are a hooker!â€
She says, â€œHey, donâ€™t limit your view. If you named it but you canâ€™t see beyond it!
He yells, â€œBitch!â€
â€œHey, be careful what you call me because you donâ€™t know who is listening to you!â€
He repeats, â€œYou are a fucking bitch!â€
She now screams, â€œYou are an asshole!â€
â€œHow did you know my nick name?â€ He is suddenly calm.
I am afraid to turn around and look at them.
The woman screams again, â€œDonâ€™t, donâ€™t touch me! You donâ€™t know what I want! You donâ€™t know where to touch me!â€
â€œI know where to touch you because I can!â€
â€œYou know, you know you are lucky because you are woman. If you were not, I would fucking beat you. But I donâ€™t hit women. You are lucky, bitch!â€ The man screamed.
A brief moment of silence.
Then loudly the man says, â€˜I feel like dancing!â€™
I look around to the other people on the train. They all look a little uncomfortable but somehow they seemed to be enjoying the live entertainment. I look a guy next to me. He has little self-help book. My eyes are stopped by the quote on the bookâ€™s cover, saying,
â€œForgive to be freeâ€¦â€
The woman screams some more words that I could not understand, but the man responded calmly, â€œHow did you know my name?â€
The door opened and after the door closed I heard only quiet ordinary train. There was no more screaming, yelling. I looked back. They were gone.
I did not even thank them.
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