A dead eyed smile from a dead hearted man. Leaning back, he contemplates the meandering miscalculations and misdeeds that brought him to this manic moment. The reclining chair does little to put him at ease. You ever get a pit in your stomach? He is the pit. This is the stomach. “Do my arms look big?” He jokes. His quip echoes in his head as his smile fades, and the crushing silence engulfs him.