Carl was a rather uninteresting person. He time-worn suit that didn't fit him quite right hung loosely from his slumped shoulders. His posture screamed the personality of a man that had wasted his best years sitting in the confines of a company cubicle, with eyes that showed the endless hours of staring into the mesmerizing dull glow of a computer monitor. Behind those lifeless eyes, however, a deep passion started to burn. He was on the breaking point. His muscles tensed as the realization of his faded life began to play in his brain. Memories flashed through the projector of his mind as if they were shadows dancing on the wall of Plato's cave. Was any of this real? Was he the one coming back from the outside world to tell the truth to those still confined to the cave? Or was he one of the ignorant, strapped to the chairs, only accepting the reality that was placed in front of them?
No.
He refused to be one of them. He no longer would be a corporate slave, suckling at the tit of ends meat paychecks and constantly fading benefits. He hadn't been to the doctor in 7 years, for God's sake. He wasn't a health risk. Sure he was missing the pinky on his left hand, but that was due to a gruesome can opener accident in the late eighties.
"Everyone was on cocaine in the eighties.", he thought to himself as her stared at the nub.
Finally he had enough. He made the decision that, come Monday, he would quit his job. He would walk right into his bosses office and declare that he was leaving to follow his passion.
Then he vomited.
A horrifically loud and long vomit. It shook everyone out of their daydreams, and crashed them back into reality. This man, was still vomiting.
"Are you OK!?!", a concerned woman cried out.
"BLLLAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!", Carl answered.
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