When Stories Die...

Despite the soft rays of light which fell through a grimy cracked window, the troubled man knew that nothing would be able to save him from his bleak existence. He could feel the gloom closing in. Even the flies crawling over last weeks meal began to act erratic because of it. This led to the grim realization that this would be the end of everything the fool had ever kno----Oooooooooooo lookie! Nutty Bars! (NOTE: Distractions are everywhere. Lost train of thought. Shit.)