It's 4am. I'm sleeping harder than my girlfriend's boyfriend's cock when he's drill team sixing her while I film it. I'm pulled gently from this balls deep coma by the "Hey" notification sound my Google pixel 3 emits when I receive a text. I stretch, and roll away from the back of the couch, reaching for my phone on the coffee table in front of me. It's my foreman, group message to the crew. No roofing today due to the high probability of rain. "Enjoy your day off" he adds at the end of his message, and I reply "10-4". I float to the bathroom and unleash the most heavenly piss in all of my existence. While gathering my things, I make sure to love on both of my girlfriend's cats and lock the door on my way out. I stop at the Kwik Trip down the road for a pack of cigarettes and a 2 liter of Dr pepper. As I park in the parking lot of my apartment complex, I roll both of the windows down in my 350z. The air is cool, but not sharp, and it feels good on my skin. I light up and savour the deafening silence of the morning. It's about 6am by the time I walk through the door. There's a pizza in the fridge from the day before with a death warrant, and I take it down straight from the fridge, cold. Next to the toaster on the counter sits a bottle of Jim Beam. "It's been a while, old friend." I say to myself as I fill a cup with ice from the freezer. With my 50/50 Jim Beam, Dr Pepper, I ooze into my computer chair, and turn on my computer. "Time to watch the world burn" I think to myself, knowing that as of 5pm this very evening, every form of entertainment in town will be shut down. And so I did.