he ate shit everyday for thirty years. he adjusts his tie in the mirror. kisses his ever aging wife, with her sagging tits & her 6am martini breath. off to the office to get bent over his desk...in a not so literal/not so proverbial sense. turning his ass out for a good pention package. traffic on the way to the office. eventually he stops on the bridge & gets out of his car for some fresh air. he leans against the rail to look into the water. shrieks & shrills, siren & prayers. in the distance a 1oo foot tidal wave of hellfire aimed at him- throbbing. oh god yes. like stairing down a broken nose... to find a beautiful stanger