Opening paragraph has been done for you, feel free to make it as disgusting, outlandish and un pc as possible. He wakes up bleary eyed at the alarm, the rancid taste of cigarettes, booze and self loathing in his mouth. He crawls off his mattress on the floor to find his gun, time to stick in his mouth and pull the trigger. Except this isnt Hollywood, its not even Brentwood. So instead he staggers to the kitchen to make tea. Another day of pulling on his grey facade and making the world think he cares. Who knows, maybe he will run someone over on the journey to work. Anything go climb out of the monotonous hole that is life.