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Tires SCREECH outside. Dude 2 stands up. There's a small crash outside Yelling VOICE: FREEZE! GUNSHOTS The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other The Boy was making a [NO MOUTH EMOJI] Dude 2 got up in and fired a shot off toward one of the cops He missed. The cops didn't though With Dude 2's body by his side slumped forward on the couch, The Boy slowly got up, his hands raised It was funny. He had seen Dude 2 in that same position blacked out before He felt the same indifference that had struck him all those times The cops cuffed The Boy and dragged him away ----10 Years Later---- ***[PLAY SONG "LAST DONUT OF THE NIGHT" BY J DILLA]*** The Boy wakes up in his plushy, high-end prison cell. The type where all the bankers go for their crimes. The early morning light over the forest laid gently on his Mac computer. He had two hours of daily internet time. Naturally, he used it to troll people. Although now not on Twitter, now he uses Stlkr. Twitter had long since been abandoned and shut down Why? Well....because the internet It's funny, he had never really felt anything for his father, but now that his money bought him the cell, he was happy with it. The comfy bed and stereo system had really made his stay enjoyable The Boy rarely had contact with people from his past on the outside aside from the occasional Stlkr message with Naomi. She had gone on to do other things and now had a successful writing career, a husband, and kids He was strangely okay with it Just as he finished stretching, a guard came to the door with his breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, OJ, toast, and all the other standard fare. It was good breakfast, just the same thing every day. The rich white bankers had to be punished somehow As he sat on his bed to eat, he thought about what he was going to do today. He quickly realized that it didn't matter. He had been doing the same thing every day for the past 10 years He was living in an endless loop He was okay with that He didn't have any fake friends, no parties he didn't care about, no arbitrary bullshit He had the internet, food, and solitude He was okay with that Why?......because the internet