It's morning in Guttercity. The coffee is bad, the pipes are creaky and make ominous noises in the walls. The sky is dark and foggy, like it always is anymore, what ever happened to the sunrise? It now just pops out like a stripper from a cake and yells "surprise" late in the morning. The road is crowded with buses full of children on their way to their monuments of higher learning, but really they just learn to fit in and walk in step.
The family pets yawn lazily as they snuggle on the couch and snooze through the day but with a half open anxious eye for the grand return of the owners later on. The poor working stiffs, sip second rate coffee and stuff biscuits filled with mystery meat into their mouths to fortify themselves for a long, hard day of nothing much at all.
But alas, through the Poe-like fog and funk of mid-week, a humble member of the working class, raises his cup of joe and says "here's lookin' at you kid" and winks. And he means it too.
Chin up, chin up. Two days until it's Friday night and you can down a few adult libations and cozy up to the "love of your life du jour" and then all this will have been worth it.
Right?