Dear Grunge Artist/Rat/Garbage Can/Piece of Moldy Cheese

INTERIOR BUS-NIGHT

Jessica sits on bus as she rides home in peace. Man sits down next to her.

Jessica (VOICE OVER)

Help! Gag! EwWW! I can only see your skinny black jeans and your fingernails at the moment. From the looks of it you are a cooldirty edgy artist. But is that the smell of dead baby? Or perhaps vagina cantelope soup? OH MY GOD! Were you working in a restaurant? Is it grease from the fryer mixed with burnt hair particles.

(she takes a wiff of the air. She turns her head away from man)

Oh god. Just pretend I"m in a Strawberry field. Ahhhh Strawberries. Air. Strawberries air. OH MY GOD DID YOU THROW UP IN YOUR POCKET AND SAVE IT FROM WHEN YOU WERE FIVE?

Must take picture.

(snap)