Commotion and Racket
There was some sort of parade on State Street late this evening, and I had to get past it to obtain life-giving pizza. There were large numbers of loud noises and stupid people, which was altogether objectionable. On my way back, a drunken lout shouted in my face, apparently motivated to attack by my dour frown. I did my best to elbow him, but he galloped off haphazardly with his similarly drunken associates.