He put on a helmet and got on his bicycle and went to the park and got hit by a baseball and at the hospital he said, I don’t enjoy my life.

He had walked for days, a survivor, and then like some mirage he saw a bar, and he said, I need a beer, and the bartender said, Who doesn’t?

The sun is glorious today. They step outside, and he complains. You always complain, she sighs. He looks at her. And he complains some more.