'Well, I am the past and you are the future', he retorted with lots of vigor and determination. I was speechless and stood looking at him. Me? A girl who has to fight for her every next meal, who has no dreams for the future, that is the future? What is this fool telling me, and does he think I am a fool to believe this truckload of nonsense? "Are you drunk or just delusional?" I enquired, more of a comment than a question but it really didn't matter. And it is 7 in the morning, after all. He fired, "Are you stupid?"
