Jake.

A friend 

who used to be quite quiet 

yells in a large room 

full of people.

"DON'T YOU JUST WANT 

TO GET OUT OF HERE 

SO BADLY?!

DON'T YOU JUST WANT

TO LEAVE?!

DON'T YOU JUST HATE

ALL THESE PEOPLE?!

LIKE THIS FUCKER RIGHT HERE,

OR THAT ASSHOLE?"

[A loud sigh]

"I fucking hate

A lot of these

people.

It's bad."

His voice was like a blade

His words were like rocks.