The office job had been good, and despite not paying too well, it'd been his only option. Sloppy work ethic, hmph! Now, with what had been the only job that would accept him gone, how was he going to make a living? He'd have to find enough money to pay his landlord… Shoot. He could sell his car? His computer? But it'd still not be enough to keep him off the street. His thoughts spiralled in towards depression, like inky water down the drain, and his consciousness went with them, dumping him into sleep.
