Everyday we choose to bath, eat, breathe, and whatever else we humans do – we choose life over death. Every minute we spend nursing our burns, dressing our wounds, and putting a halt to our bleeding – we choose life, whereas we could let our burns and wounds fester. Or watch ourselves bleed to death.
A trio of ladies in their mid-twenties, seated at a nearby table behind him, chat among themselves. He eavesdrops on their convo when he hears that they are discussing men. Right now one of them is gesturing either at him or the fat guy beside him.