Dear Diary,

Tonight on the way home on the train there was some kinda goth goose tournament in my carriage, I don't know why they all like to travel in the last carriage of the train, maybe they think it is 'cool' like the back of the bus was in high school. Anyway I walked in and because the train was packed due to some concert or football game or something they were all sprawled out on the floor in a little retarded group, one fat old one was passed out on the floor with a red face and looked like he was dead, I was a little concerned for about 5 seconds and then I saw his chest move, then I was fucking angry cause fatty black boots can't hold his GBH and is the reason I have all these stinky drunken retards pressed up against me while I'm trying to finish reading One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich and listen to Burning Man live sets. Anyway they all carried on like retards with their swearing and trying to 'freak out' other patrons on the train, mad me so mad. Anyway when it was time for me to get off the train the little fuckers wouldn't move from the doorway while myself and others were trying to get out, I ended up getting annoyed and bellowing "GET UP" and then they stood up and just looked at me so then I said "OPEN THE DOOR" and pointed at the handle just incase they didn't get it. Jerks.