June 17, 2007
It seems fitting that the train ride back to the city is annoying. The peace and quiet is behind me as I take my seat. It soon becomes apparent just how far behind me it is, since the train seems to be overpopulated with screaming children and their parents. The parents either stare at their offspring in bewilderment, or gaze at them as if to say, ďArenít they adorable?!Ē They are not. Since putting the offenders out of our misery isnít an option, I scramble for my iPod. But even the Red Hot Chili Peppers arenít equal to the task.