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Around noon the dark man opened the door of the small house and stepped outside. He stood under the sun which seemed to get brighter as he grew darker. He walked over to the edge of the porch and lifted the bar from the broken neck of the mouse and shook its corpse into some bushes there. He stood scratching his belly then noticed some flowers over at a front corner of the yard. He walked over to them to get a closer look. He didn't know what kind of flowers they were. He didn't know much about flowers or plants in general. The flowers were red and yellow with green leaves. He bent down and picked one of them and held it to his nose. It didn't smell like anything. He dropped the flower onto the weedy grass he was supposed to keep cut short using the lawn mower the landlord kept in the garage. There was a can for gas in there, too. He hated lawn maintenance equipment. He hated the way it looked, the noise it made, the way it felt in his hands. He always felt like a fool when he used them. "I might as well go get beer while I'm up and about" he thought to himself and began the three-block walk to the small, local, store where he bought his beer. The houses along the sidewalk looked to him like tombstones with doors and windows. No one was about. He assumed the inhabitants of the tombstones were all at their awful jobs. His mother died recently and left him enough money to survive for a year or so. He wondered if when the money was gone if his mind would allow him to get an awful job of his own or cause him to blow his brains out so he could hang out in heaven for an eternity. He wondered if he would find his mom up there. He imagined heaven must be a real big place and to him all the clouds would look pretty much the same.