I start the day at 4:34 AM everyday.
I wake up on March 4th at 4:34 AM. It takes me five minutes to get out of bed.
I shave the stubble off the face that I hate to see in the mirror.
I get dressed in clothes that are just as uncomfortable and drab as the ones that I’ve been wearing for as long as I have been working at my job. For as long as I can remember.
I walk across my apartment and make a cup of coffee that is bitter enough to wake the dead.
I walk out to the car that I paid too much for.
I drive to the job I hate.
I pretend to work at my desk, while I’m really looking at pornography. Looking at what I will never have.
I get different commands from twelve different bosses.
The day ends. I drive home to a dumpy apartment.
I walk through my door.
I go into the closet.
I grab my father’s old shotgun that I inherited.
I load the gun.
I stick the barrel into my mouth.
I pull the trigger.