How to Not Kill People

The noisy neighbour you can’t afford to move away from. the braying drunks just outside the window, the freaks and fools who constitute the grit in the oozing sandwich of life – what do you do about them? I’m trying to find ways to be a better person, I’m trying to find ways – even now, in my fifties, practically dead – to stop adding to the rising tide of misery that’s all around us. I’m trying to find ways to not spend most of my time hissing through clenched teeth and wanting to kill everyone. It’s not easy.