whatshisnuts

He wakes from a dream. Heart racing. Brody Dahl and Madonna should never do a "Got Milk?" commercial in the middle of an NBA playoff game!

Back to reality. She's gone and so are her things. He's filled with self hate.

"What's wrong with me?!"

He throws a punch to the wall. It smashes the only pic of the two of them.

"Heh. And I thought she wouldn't hurt me again."

He gets up, leaving the mess to get cleaned up later if even at all. He grabs yesterday's shirt and rips a strip off of it to address his now wounded hand. He gets dressed and he's out the door.

When it rains.... it pours. Soaking wet. He stops under an awning to smoke a cigarette. It's the only thing that reminds him to breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Now that is good stuff.

He keeps walking. In the middle of nothing and everything. The sound of gunfire echoes in the street. He releases the trigger. Realizing what he has done, he decides to solve the world of it's problem. He only has one thing to say, as he holds the gun to his head.

"Happy Mother's Day!"
*click click BOOM*

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