Sometimes you go insane at work and you stand up and look at your boss and gently, but firmly announce that you hate everything about your job, including but not limited to the size of his fucking Herman Munster head. The moment this happens you are gainfully unemployed, effective immediately. Then you go home and take some pills with your sister until you blackout, the inside of your head is static & everything else is the cling.

Later, your friend calls and she says that she got "laid off" and in a pursuit for complete and total lack of focus, you should continue this quest for chaos by coming to visit her instead of searching for work like most "competant members of society."You weigh your options and decide this is a fantastic idea and you run away to her city & state thousands of miles away because there are times in life when the only way to deal with shit is escapism and it's that time.