F summer

Couple things. Mainly, when its pushing 100 degrees outside, don't jog past me during your workout. You may wake up in intensive care on the coast of Bosnia. Thats how hard I will be slapping you. And the repercussions may worsen if you decided to wear those calf-high socks on your run.

As for obese people, well, God-speed.

Then there's the cab rides. "Excuse me, can I open the window". "Oh, no my friend, I have AC fa you". Now I'm trapped, the stench of 1000 deaths from up front slowly infiltrating my nose, 20 blocks from the fucking crib.

I can't eat at places with no air. I cry tears of elation whenever it downpours. And Briefs are a toxic wasteland upon removal.

I'll take christmas, peacoats, sweatless nights, and not soaking through the shirt i'm wearing 30 seconds after leaving my apartment over this calamity any day.