Johnny’s eyelids felt heavy as he gazed blankly at his TV. The blond man lethargically flipped through the channels not seeing a single thing on the screen. He may as well have been in a coma the past week or so. He certainly looked like he had been.
His beard was growing in again although it only served as evidence to how badly he was taking care of himself. It was scraggly and un-groomed, just like the hair on his head.
His eye bags had bags, and it looked like he’d been wearing his current outfit since…
He took a hefty swig of his beer letting loose a rather loud belch after. With a malcontented sigh he leaned back and sank into his sofa. Maybe if he sat there long enough he would become part of the sofa, and then nothing would matter.
His son was gone, his student was in a coma and might seriously die from it, plus the woman he cared for now hated his guts…. He lost everything, including his beloved dojo. The worst part was that the man behind all the violence and chaos was the same abusive sensei he himself once trusted. He took that man back in and gave him a second chance only to be brutally backstabbed and thrown to the snakes.
“My little poonyyy…”
Johnny groaned as sound from the television came rushing back. He moved his hand over to the remote; ready to change it from the girly garbage that was invading his senses.
He never got to finish the action. Instead, his hand became limp on the control and he slumped into a very, very deep sleep.