I walk into my apartment. It's dead. All the lights are off and not a sound is going off except for the faint sound of the Oppenheimer movie which I turned on before leaving.
I lay down on my couch, beat to hell, and full of guilt. I might try and call Jenny tomorrow. If she even picks up. I flick on the light to the kitchen. Damn. Its out, I knew it was flickering a little but what a cherry on top. In the darkness I open the fridge. Dry. A ghost town. I was hoping maybe I had a drink or something in here.
I guess the best thing for me to do now is get some rest. I lay in my unmade bed. I stare at the ceiling thinking. Wow, I really have messed up this time. Through everything I've faced I've never felt this terrible. Not only did those random goons from the bank mess me up. The whole day has. Getting mugged, fired from my job, having a rough time with random criminals, and everything with Jenny.