The sun shines brightly on those in luck. Chris was one of those in luck. Today is a beautiful day for stomping on things, he thought. He was to go to Sydney for some friends and spend the day just lounging about and laughing at people. People really are stupid, and today was his day off. He even woke up on time.
Chris scooted off downstairs to welcome in a hearty meal of pancakes. A shower soon followed, and as all the necessities were covered a steady stream of Mötley Crüe flowed from the stereo. Nothing makes a day start off better than Mötley Crüe and pancakes, he decided. Finding the house keys on the lounge, he made his way through the front doors and walked the half-block to the station.
Waiting at the station was always a bore, but somehow Chris always managed to find a way to make it appear interesting. People are stupid, but amusingly so. Besides, the background on the way to the City is always amazing. One minute you're passing by Macquarie Field's suburban nightmare when you're rushed into the concrete genocide at Green Square. Looking forward to the trip, Chris failed to notice the girl staring at him at the opposite end of the train until the train stopped for the next stop.
The girl sat there, reading from the paper. At first glance, you could almost think that she was innocently doing so, but Chris knew that she was trying not to be seen. He kept a close eye on her for a few stops. There was something about her, something that seemed familiar. The morning sun streaming through the seedy windows only served to accentuate her... something. It was something hard to explain, like the smell of music. A few more stops passed by when she suddenly looked up from her paper and said "People are stupid."
"This is quite true. People really are stupid," seemed to be the only reasonable answer to that statement. "Therefore, by definition, you are stupid."
"Also true. But if one knows one knows nothing..." Chris returned the girl's smile and made his way to her seat.
"My name's Chris. Is this seat taken?"
"Andy. It is now."
"So, Andy. What drove you to realise the stupidity of people?"
"The media. I was reading through the the television guide and all I can see is shit. Once upon a time, good shows played. 'Keeping Up Appearances' was on the telly, and if you didn't like it you could always flip on something even more quality."
"Yeah, like 'Muppets Tonight'."
"Man, I love the Muppets!"
Chris grinned a grin of champions. Today is a beautiful day for stomping on things.

Conversation steadily poured from their mouths in a flashflood. Andy was on her way home from a trip in the country. She lived in Newtown, renting an aprtment between a drug dealer and an Iranian family who were up at all sorts of hours practising their religion. Music was her vice. She'd gladly put in days of toiling labour to save up the money to go to the right concert, even if she was a month behind in the rent and bills.
As the conversation went from Picton to Campbelltown and changed for InterCity services, Chris found himself fearing the City Circle. The City Circle meant the end of a great conversation. Sure, they'd swap numbers. Maybe they'd go to a party and hook up once. Then, nothing. A crushing emptiness. Chris' beautiful day started losing colour.
Andy nudged him with the rolled up newspaper. "Hey, you. Something's up. Ja?"
"Nein. I'm all good."
"Dude, I've been breathing you in for the past two hours and suddenly you're smelling rotten. Metaphorically. I mean, it's not like you're starting to decompose... is it?"
"Yes. I'm a zombie. Please, keep any silver from me. Also, garlic."
"Garlic? isn't that for vampires?"
"You can't be too safe. Especially with zombies around. They're the ultimate anti-social."
"Come off it, zombies aren't anywhere near as anti-social as a chicken ninja. Those things are deadly!"
Chris laughed and moved a bit closer. "I don't think I want to go to Central any more."
As Andy's lips upturned, her eyelids drooped. It was beautiful. "Ah, yeah. What's the plan?"
"I don't know. I just... don't know."
"Chris, you're organisation plus."
"Thanks."
The train rolled on over tracks of hope. Each stop brought Chris nearer to a choice he didn't want to have to make. Suddenly, Dulwich Hill was being announced by a strange subcontinental man. Chris looked over at Andy. "You're getting off at Marrickville, right?"
"Mm-hmm. Next stop."
Chris turned back towards the window. On one hand, he had promised to his mates to go out and paint the town red. But suddenly, Newtown seemed a much better prospect. The choice was made simple in that thought. Chris took out his phone and got Steve's message bank. "Steve, I can't make it. I've been attacked by a chinja, very fatal. You can have my minisystem. Have a good life."
Andy was smiling at him as he closed his phone with a finalising snap. "You know what, Andy?" Chris asked. "You're awesome."
Andy pulled him over and gently kissed him. "You're awesome," she said, pulling away.
"We're pretty awesome."
People are awesome.