Do you know what Muscular Dystrophy is, you stupid bitch? Do you know what MD does to young boys, slowly sapping their strength away? Do you know what it feels like to go in to school, day after day, and have to watch your classmates, boys you grew up with, fading away? Do you know what it’s like to wonder which of your friends will die next, until there are only two of you left by the time you’ve reached forty? Boys who all deserved long, happy lives, but the sight of whose grieving, distraught parents is now seared into your memory like molten iron pressed into flesh. I don’t think you do, because if you did, you wouldn’t have stood up on that bus back from Bexleyheath earlier and started to hand out leaflets about a god which can’t possibly exist. You wouldn’t have started to talk shit about how everyone should love Jesus, trying to indoctrinate your fellow passengers into believing in a god who, if he actually existed, did nothing to prevent the suffering of so many of your friends. A god you demand everyone should love, while being nothing but an entity of contempt, rage and malice.

You would understand why I reacted with such anger, disgust and horror, demanding that you either shut the fuck up or got off the bus, while you arrogantly went on spouting bullshit. You would understand why I for a moment wanted with every fibre of my being to put my hand out and break your neck for thinking you had a right to force everyone on the bus to believe the baseless nonsense you do, as if you were the purveyor of all knowledge. You would realise why I find you an arrogant, vile, brainwashed bitch, deserving nothing but my white hot fury. But you don’t, so in the end you went on your way thinking you have a right to come onto busses and try to spread your bullshit.