Stream of conciousness....at the laundromat

Soft ocean breeze, much noise around drowning it out, mindless chatter on the table next to me, high pitch voices squeeking, my body feels sticky from the heat, somewhere a table saw screams, I suck on my vaporizer, cheap nicotine juice tastes like incense, the coffee is long cold, waiting for my laundry in the dryer, feeling underlayer of anger, to much shit going on lately, lots of deception, the need to be on high alert in all my interactions, I smell too many rats, navigation skills required, boomer this and thats, not my generation, what the fuck happened to them anyway?,
that's the ones with the high pitch voices and the mindless chatter on the table next to me, god deliver me....from that...cough...why don't you all take your dish washers...your shower curtains...your nick nacks and doilies...your Prozac...your Costco and all the rest of it and shove it up your ass...I am not to be fucked with these days...get me the hell outa here!