July 2

2:10 PM

We see Toxic walking on a sidewalk in San Francisco, California. He appears to be smoking a cigarette. Looking into his eyes, you can see that he is tired. Many homeless people sit on the sidewalks, becoming a part of the city… they are like scenery, only opening their mouths to ask for money. Toxic ignores them. He wonders if they think he has money to give them. Of course he doesn’t. He knows that he could soon enough wind up like one of these homeless people… he could become part of the city… just scenery, only opening his mouth for money. He had no money. He had no job. An apartment with some cheap furniture is all he had. It troubled him, how he could become homeless so easily. He could so easily become scenery… something that people stopped to look at, to stare at in wonder. He thought about how so much was being done to fix Alcatraz… but not much was being done to fix up the streets of San Francisco. They would stay there like scenery… as unmovable as the cement beneath them. Toxic looked across the street and saw a homeless man holding a knife and robbing another man. He took his wallet and ran away with it. Toxic took a long drag on his cigarette and then dropped it on the ground.

July 4

5:30 PM

We see Toxic walk into a restaurant and look around for someone. A man sitting at a table calls out to him. Toxic walks over to the table and sits down. Now we have a better view of the other man sitting at the table, and we can see that he is a somewhat chubby man. He is almost bald like Toxic, but he still has some gray hair on his head.

“Hi Rob,” the man with the gray hair says.

“Hi. So what is it that you want?”

“Hey I’m your father. I want to see my son every once in a while. You could probably use some food in your stomach anyway.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Neither of them say anything for a minute or two before the waitress comes to the table. Toxic (or Rob) asks for a cup of coffee and his father orders a cheese omelet and coffee. The waitress says their orders will be ready soon and leaves. Toxic takes this time to look around the restaurant. Not too many people are here today.

“So, Rob, how’s it going with you? How’s the job at the super market going?”

“They fired me.”

“Oh…  Well where do you work now?”

“No where, right now. I might get another job; I just have to tryout first. I doubt I’ll get the job, though.”

“What’s the job?”

“Pro wrestling.”

“What?”

“Pro wrestling.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Stop.”

“Pro wrestling? That’s fake.”

“So what? I’ve done some backyard wrestling.”

“What?”

The waiter comes back to the table holding two cups of coffee. She sets them down on the table and walks away.

“I don’t see what’s wrong with wrestling,” says Toxic as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Damn, this coffee’s hot.”

“It’s not wrestling, it’s PRO wrestling.”

“SO?”

“It’s just plain gay.”

“Gay? The way I see it, it’s an art form.”

Toxic’s father laughs.

“An art form… That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Would you rather I had no money?”

“You’re an embarrassment either way.”

Toxic’s mouth drops open. He couldn’t believe what his father just said. He picked up the coffee and spilled it on his father’s chest. He then knocks over his father’s coffee so it spills on his lap. His father is screaming in pain as Toxic walks out of the restaurant.

July 13

11:30 AM

Toxic is at his apartment, sitting on his cheap old couch, smoking a cigarette. The light blue couch has tons of rips and stains on it. On the coffee table in front of Toxic there are a lot of unpaid bills. Also on the coffee table is an ashtray with hundreds of used cigarettes lying in it. The sound of a phone ringing breaks the silence. Toxic walks into the kitchen and picks it up.

“Who is it?”

“Oh, hey Mr. Dobczyk.”

“Ok, Dan.”

“Yeah I’m gonna show up on Tuesday.”

“I know.”

“Alright, bye.”

Toxic puts the phone back and sits back down on the couch. He had to do a good job in this match… He glances at all of the unpaid bills on the coffee table. What would he do if he couldn’t pay for his apartment anymore? He had to get a job in the HWA or he’d be living on the streets. It was kind of funny, how it all came down to this.