To:

• To the girl, talking on her cell phone, who is meeting that hot guy in her class at the bar after she meets with the counselor, then she's going to Bennihanas (sic), then she's gonna go to the "Spot" for some more drinks, then she's not sure where she's going to spend the night but she may go to her friends or maybe she'll meet a guy or maybe she'll catch a cab home, then.......
• To the man bitching to me about the baby who is 15 rows behind us in the plane, crying only occasionally
• To the drunk in the back of the bus saying "you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me, i'm a man of god, i'm a man of god, you don't know me, you don't know me"
• To the attractive girl, working for what I'm sure is hefty commission, selling me monthly "opportunities" to help children around the world, that believes I will listen because she is attractive
• To Bill O'Reilly, Michael Moore, the blonde conservative chick that sucks, every liberal actor, and Pat Robertson
• To the homeless person that asks me for 75 cents everyday for the bus when the bus costs $2.
• To the cabbies that honk at me soliciting fares when I'm dressed up, believing I am a businessman, incapable of riding public transportation
• To the businessman waiting for the plane, who is yelling at the gate agent that the flight is delayed 40 minutes because of a flat tire: "You're lying, that's a terrible excuse, a flat tire...liar."
• To the man behind the old woman in line huffing and puffing, continually sighing passive aggressively
• To the people working the deli counter at Dominicks that can have a 15 minute conversation with every single one of their coworkers before they cut me a half a pound of Sara Lee Honey Roasted Turkey and a half a pound of contradictory (Domestic Swiss) cheese.

Shut the fuck up.

Lyric: "I guess this must be the place. I can't tell one from another. Did I find you or you find me?" Talking Heads This Must be the Place