Carl came home from work, and threw his keys on the counter. His job is fucking draining him. He feels abused, used, under appreciated, and under paid. On top of all that, manipulated.
His boss, and a few co-workers make almost double what he makes, but he continues to go in punching a time clock that is pissing him the fuck off.
He doesn’t have a wife, he divorced that bitch, he hated her. He never had kids, because she never wanted them, and in a way, he didn’t either.
He got cut off in traffic on the way home by some stupid fucking prick that gave him the bird. Who then proceeded to slightly brake check him in the process.
Carl’s family thinks he’s a nut job by how he’s lived his life.
He finally divorced his wife of almost 20 years, 10 years ago, and things never improved. Although he thought they would, as others encouraged it.
He gets home, eats the same shitty meal, sits in the same uncomfortable chair, in the same neighborhood he fucking hates. Bur it’s where he’s at in this wonderful thing they call “life.”
He flips on the TV to watch more shit that gets him flustered, as he can’t understand what is happening. Trump, Kamala, republican, democrat, black, white, all of it, he fucking hates it all. Fuck them.
After his 13th beer he stumbles to the bathroom.
He can barely piss anymore, his prostate is so swollen. It takes him 3x as long to piss of a normal person. But here he is waiting for what feels like an eternity to drain the bladder which once took 10 seconds.
He walks over to the sink, grabs his tooth brush, puts a little toothpaste on it, and starts to brush. Faster, harder, quicker, “spit.” Sick, right?
He bangs the tooth brush on the side of the sink and puts it back in the holder. He reaches over and grabs a towel to lightly wipes his mouth. With both hands he leans on the sink, staring at the drain as the water and used tooth paste swirls the drain.
In that swirl, with the dim light, from the one blinking bulb in the bathroom he catches a glimpse of his reflection.
Carl hates when that happens.