Why I don't Like Public Libraries. Part One.

I started to write about the origins of punk yesterday, and had to log-off early. My big plan was to get on line again today, and finish what I started, but now that I am here, on a public computer, in a public library, the whole idea seems to have drifted away. It might be because the woman sitting next to me, literally smells like a corpse. I can't recall a stench worse than her, or even close to being anywhere near her smell in my entire life. She smells like a rotted corpse might look, as I have never seen a real one, only those portrayed in movies. I have however, seen pictures of bodies piled upon one another, from the holocaust, and she even smells worse than the worst of those. I would get up and move, but my time is short. I fear that if I had to smell her rot for any extended period of time, my days might just be short on this earth. How one could possibly smell like that, and not know it, is beyond me. I wonder, should I complain? should I attempt to tell her just how badly she reeks? I am truly afraid that should I tap her on the arm, it might just puncture her thin skin, and at that point, all of which is inside of her that is actually making her smell like she does might come pouring out, and I just may not be quick enough to dodge it, inevitably getting some on my shirt sleeve, which would somehow permeate my entire existence. My entire soul, leaving me smelling like she does, and eventually, getting so used to it, that one day in the near future, I find myself in the same boat as she is in now.