A fat man named Will runs out of the bar with a frightened look upon his face. He just got macked on by the bartender. The bartender looks on as Will runs right out of the door. He meant what he said about Will and he really loved him. But he didn't know that Will was married. A overwhelming wave of depression sweeps over him and he gets emotionally crushed. He is severeley depressed at this horrid site of rejection and he don't know how to handle it, so he does it the best way he knows how...he cries uncontrobally. So he goes back to cleaning and wiping while a tear falls from his eye. Oh yeah, Pete is his name-Pete Klopek. Pete was a ugly-ass man. He had a big head, he was bald, he had black lips, and he was rough looking.

Me and my friend Dawna walked in the bar and Pete was there wiping the counter. He was crying and his tears were spilling from his eyes on the counter and he just kept wiping them up over and over. It was a never ending cycle. It made me very sad. I walked over there and took a seat at the bar to get a closer look.

DAWNA: You're crazy!

ME: (To Dawna) So!

ME: (To Pete) What's Wrong?

PETE: (Sobbing) My man left me. I told him I wanted to go all the way with him and he ran away!

ME: So? That happens to me all the time!

PETE: But you don't understand. I really loved him. I really had feelings for him.

ME: You did?

PETE: Yeah. He was cute and fine.

ME: Well, you ain't going to get him?

PETE: (sniffing) Why not?

ME: Because he's married that's why!

PETE: (Holds his head in his palms and began to sob)OH NO!

ME: You didn't know?

PETE: (Between sobs) No-no one told meeeeee!

ME: Poor thing... Will played you good! But he was giving you hints though.

PETE: (Looking up) Hints?-What hints?

ME: You know-he was saying stuff about you, you just didn't hear em.

PETE: Like...

ME: You know-like you are dumb and ugly and you can't talk right. Stuff like that, and the worst part of all, was that you were talking it all in.

PETE: (Dissapointed)Oh...

DAWNA: (Walks up and points at Pet's head)Hey! Does those staples hurt?

PETE: What staples?

DAWNA: (Pointing at his bald head) Those staples in your head?

PETE: Oh, yeah. Don't touch them please that spot is very tender.

DAWNA: Why not?

PETE: Just don't, ok?

DAWNA: Whatever.

Without warning Dawna thunked Pete with her hand right in the stapled part of his head.

PETE: (Holding his hand to his head) OWWWWWW! Shit girl! I told you not to touch that DAMN!

Blood began to trickle down Pete's head. I started to get dizzy and sick. This was too much for me. Pete is in pain now. He geabs a white towel that he was wiping with earlier and puts it to his stapled head. It soons turns red with blood.

PETE: (Screams in a hysterice frenzy) I-I-I-think she knocked a staple loose! (He paces back and forth.) Shit! I got to get this fixed! And I got diabeties too!? I can't have this shit!I got to go to the emergency room! Shit I can't drive! You have to take me there or I will bleed to death!

ME: Okay!

ME: (Grabbing Dawna) Dawna get in the car! We got to take Pete to the emergency room!

DAWNA: (Startled) Oh shit!

ME: Yeah and it is all your fault to Slutty! You hit a man that got diabeties. He will sue your sorry ass!

DAWNA: Whatever.

Dawna gets in the car. I grab Pete by his hand and put him in the back seat. I sat with him all the way. He was quiet and very still. He had a very hard day and he didn't need this. I wanted to make it all better for him but how?