Imagine

That every cell of your body aches, so much so, in fact, that you are on the verge of nausea, and when your boyfriend kisses you, you contemplate telling him to kiss a strand of your hair if he absolutely must, because those cells are dead anyway and mercifully unfeeling.

Okay, got it?

Now imagine that your electrified meat-sack of a body is jouncing down one of the worst streets in LA. In public transit. Which famously lacks shocks.

Now combine those feelings.