Myron Bell is counting the minutes until he dies.
He’s seen it all, done it all – at least what interests him
– and he’s just bored, repeating the same drill every day. Get up, eat breakfast, watch TV, maybe read a
book, eat lunch, eat dinner, watch TV, go to bed.
He’s read his favorite books two, maybe three times. Maybe more.
He doesn’t really have any hobbies and no close friends. He’s never been married. Doesn’t see the point in it.
He’s got another birthday coming up. This year he’ll be five.
Yeah, 25 percent older, so at least that’s moving in the
right direction. But for now, he’ll just
keep counting the minutes until he dies.