It happened; people got bad days. A computer that wouldn't start up properly for about two hours, the search for the elusive bottle of whiskey that wasn't empty, only to be followed by a classroom filled with little bastards looking for easy credits and a fucking parking ticket that would set him back quite nicely. His 'fuck the world' attitude was set nicely into motion by then, followed by stomping down the way back to his place with a foul mood that turned darker with each passing moment. People bumped into him like he didn't exist - and there it was. That unmistakable punch in the gut, a heady feeling he couldn't shake, followed by Eris' typical snark. Another God. Who was calling out for Reeeed. Who named his kid after a goddamn reed anyway? Ridiculous.
For New York's dangerous streets, the light turned green. With a renewed pool of anger churning around deep in his stomach and shoulders ready to go back to the linebacker days that never had been, he pushed and then made a clean escape.