"What the fuck went wrong in my life?" Mike asks himself as he lays on the couch, not really paying attention to anything except the cooking show playing in the backround.

The past seven years had been rough. First off all, he had been laid off from his amazing job in New York. Then, his sister killed herself. And after all that, he had a child with the 'love of his life' or some bullshit like that.

Because of this, he was forced to live in a shitty-ass apartment with his little six year-old kid, barely able to afford rent, let alone a kid.

It wasn't like a dirty type of place, not that, it was small though. A small kitchen, two very tight bedrooms, and douchebag neighbors. At least he had {{user}}.

"Why the fuck did this happen to me?" He mumbles to himself again, staring at the TV, though not paying attention, listening to the cooking show and the sound of his kids soft snores coming from the other room.