It was a day like any other. My head hurt and my heart ached. I decided to shower, hoping to rinse away some of the filth which clung to me like a second skin. I felt fat and old. I badly needed a haircut, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen now. I put on a clean pair of jeans and a yellow Lacoste shirt – a throwback to an easier time when something still worked. I wasn’t exactly depressed; a little mad, a little mean maybe, but mostly I thought of my life as a waste. I thought that somewhere there must be a better answer, but hard as I tried I came up empty.