Suicide is a dense way out. Some people are not content with their lives due to the minutest plights, therefore they discontinue their existence. And while some suffer major tribulations, that still is no motive to end it all. Well, for Leroy Coyle Douglas, suicide was out of the question. Isolation was this individual’s answer. Rejection had defaced him through the entirety of his pointless life, and no more of these quandaries would he tolerate.

               As he arrived at the second-to-last checkpoint on his journey home from work, he noticed a rather negatively enticing commotion’s occurrence. A diminutive puppy faced agonizing blows as his apparent owner struck him relentlessly. Inevitability states that all shall suffer, and all shall die. Thinking of this proverbial statement, Mr. Douglas persisted. He then came across the appalling prospection of an adolescent boy’s hurt as he was beat with all hell’s brutality forced upon him by two worthless sacks of guts. Mr. Douglas pondered whether or not he should defend the innocent, realizing his bipolar persona would get the best of him to an extent of beating the post-pubescent jackasses. He struggled on, finally completing the race to his abode.

                On entrance, he dropped his squelchy coat onto his oak hardwood floor, leaving a puddle in the floor. The red stains that were soon to transpire bothered him not. Mr. Douglas proceeded to strip his raiment, in order to achieve a comfortable state (by his standards) and sat – clothed now only in undergarments of randomly assorted colors – on his couch, and commenced his evening routine.

                Mr. Douglas thought back on his not-so-joyful day. Mr. Tendel jumped on his back and clawed him from the inside out: “Damn it! Douglas, you better get your act together! I am sick of your reports being turned in late! This is an organized corporation, with a rather healthy rep, not a circus! And I, as this branches manager, intend to keep it that way. Get Mrs. Chen’s statement, and continue your work!”

As lovely Mr. Tendel’s words pierced Mr. Douglas’s eardrums, he deliberated with himself thoughts of staking Mr. Tendel’s head, like a Japanese emperor might have done. Mr. Douglas had indeed always had a passion for Japanese culture.