The environment was demoralizing. Under the bright flourescence air conditioning mixed with humidity making the room cool but sticky. The phone kept ringing.

What the fuck was I...

Mike lost it. He pecked at the keyboard forming a few words, then deleted them.

Shit.

He tried to concentrate, but listened to Sonic Youth instead.

"Is it raining outside?"

"It just started sprinkling"

Fuck.

"These napkins are pretty heavy duty."

You stupid fucks... won't you just shut up.

He pecked at the keyboard again.

He stared.

Goddamnit!