“Bad day?” “What do you think?” , “oh man it’s you again.” “So what, I’m in a good mood, why aren’t you?” “You ever feel like you can’t put up with everything that’s going on anymore?” “Yeah of course I do, do you feel you can put yourself in my mood instead of Anthony’s?” “Were the same, true, but I’m more excited and ready to get the day over.” “Well I’m not,” “every day I see you, looking into your brownish black eyes.” “Were always going to see each other.” “Certainly, it’s just we can’t always have 2 different sides that don’t get along with each other.” “Look we never argue, and you and I get along fine, it’s just the world that we don’t understand.” “Yeah…you still didn’t answer my question.” “What,” “can you change your mood?”  “I’m not in the mood.” “What do you want?” “Nothing your staring at me,” “you are me.” “Walk away and comeback when you are in the mood to smile.” “Whatever…stupid reflection.”