It was with great fear and trepidation that I opened my eyes. I had awoken some time earlier (whether it was ten minutes or two hours it was impossible to know) to a cacophany of unpleasant sounds. There were sirens and alarms, lost amongst the confusing and oppressive din of humanity. One sound in particular stood out- the most hellish and vindictive whirrings of an automatic garage door opener.

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This is a story of a young man completely disillusioned by his sheltered life in the suburbs. As a consequence, he drinks too much, and is either drunk or hungover in most of the story. His attempts to find meaning in life never end well, but he perseveres, more out of boredom than anything else.

updated Jul 30 by RumBuzzJack