About 20 days ago, I got on the bus without a mask, and barked, like a dog, at people. One of them said shut up, and I let out a mighty scream of such horror. It was cathartic. The bus driver told the guy who told me to shut up, to leave me alone. He asked if the driver knew me.
Something else happened on the bus around that time. I went to see if a dog still lived in my old building. I went to rescue it. I cried on the bus, on the way there. The bus was held up for some reason, and someone said "It's Morrissey!", but I was zeroed in on seeing about the dog.
It turned out it doesn't live there anymore. I was ready to fight over it. Geared up.
Morrissey can kiss my ass. What's left of it. Kiss it a lot.