Better recognize!

We've all been there haven't we.  On the train after a long day at work, just trying to get home, just trying to have the punk ass bitch across from you recognize your name.  But he just sits there, flipping through his book, being all nonchalant, doesn't seem to care at all that you're calling him names, that you have a sweet name like Bloody Loko, that you're ready to get out at the next stop and shoot it up.  Just wearing the shit out of his blue sweater and not paying you any attention.  Makes me sick.