Bit of a space filler, but I like the humor and the attitude that it develops. It’s like we’ve run this guy through all the stages of grief, here being a nice example of a quiet depression, just going through life as before, only with a different reason for the sense of being defeated.

Is it all right if I tried my hand at a sequel for this?

Go right ahead, Mister Rorschach! Just make sure that when you write it, you propel the story considerably more than I have (seeing as I’ve been away from this story for a loooooooooong time, now), and add “Part 14” to the tags, so that any future readers who stumble upon this narrative know where they are, and where they should start off from.
Best of luck…
=))