“Those warnings on Red Bull are all bullshit, right?” the words spurted out of the man’s mouth, his leather sole exaggeratedly tapping against the sidewalk as he looked up at the character to his right. He was determined to evade the lack of sleep that was bound to catch up with him at any point, and his imminently approaching shift-start loomed over his head like a dark cloud. “This is my, like, fourth today, or something, but I feel fine. Actually feel great - better than ever.” he nodded unconvincingly, peering round the bus stop to scan the oncoming traffic.









