Some days he wasn’t amused. Those days the average Joe seemed to have fewer firing synapse than the crazy lady next door. The cat she tried to lure home had once lived. These 'normal' people occupied a reality that had never fit.

Sometimes stupidity couldn't be funny. It just begged to be put out of its misery. The way it edged into his space was definitely a death wish. The grating, apologetic laugh that inevitably joined every conversation, an admission of guilt. The nervous gestures something that begged to be permanently stilled.

Yeah, most days his vision swam in red.