Marvin was dying.
He contemplated the inevitability of this reality and then went back to his masturbation. After he was done, he checked his email. He got an email from one of his friends that had random emotional pictures. One of them was of an old man lying in a hospital bed with tubes running through his nose holding a small child in his arms.
Marvin stared at the picture for a few seconds before suddenly bursting into tears. He couldn't stop crying. Something felt wrong in his head. Everything felt wrong in his head.
2 hours later a rolled a joint and smoked it all by himself. He went to the kitchen. There was the sound of a distant water pipe running behind the walls. He thought about the girl upstairs taking a shower, all naked. He didn't feel any kind of emotion. He called himself a retard and went back to his room without doing anything in particular in the kitchen.
Marvin hates listening to the neighbor's bass blasting on his walls. He tried to recognize the song they're listening to. He couldn't. This made him even more angry because he couldn't sing along with it and that just made it an annoying vibration on his wall.
Sometimes he considered pouring a tank of fuel under their door and setting it on fire. But that would just result in his own room also catching a fire. Not good. Knives and guns also seemed like too much trouble. It was either this or knocking on their door and asking them to please turn it down.
Marvin needed a good pair of headphones.
He contemplated the inevitability of this reality and then went back to his masturbation. After he was done, he checked his email. He got an email from one of his friends that had random emotional pictures. One of them was of an old man lying in a hospital bed with tubes running through his nose holding a small child in his arms.
Marvin stared at the picture for a few seconds before suddenly bursting into tears. He couldn't stop crying. Something felt wrong in his head. Everything felt wrong in his head.
2 hours later a rolled a joint and smoked it all by himself. He went to the kitchen. There was the sound of a distant water pipe running behind the walls. He thought about the girl upstairs taking a shower, all naked. He didn't feel any kind of emotion. He called himself a retard and went back to his room without doing anything in particular in the kitchen.
Marvin hates listening to the neighbor's bass blasting on his walls. He tried to recognize the song they're listening to. He couldn't. This made him even more angry because he couldn't sing along with it and that just made it an annoying vibration on his wall.
Sometimes he considered pouring a tank of fuel under their door and setting it on fire. But that would just result in his own room also catching a fire. Not good. Knives and guns also seemed like too much trouble. It was either this or knocking on their door and asking them to please turn it down.
Marvin needed a good pair of headphones.
