Eight-thirty Tuesday evening, the little man, Alfried Herring, walked up to the small building where his eight O’clock group therapy class was being held (which he thought was a club for senior citizens). “Ha, I’m early.” Alfried said as he stood in front of the building, taking in his surroundings. “I might as well go inside, I am paying for this.” he said with a sigh. As he entered the building, he waved to the tall, skinny man sitting behind the counter, “Hey, Bill.” Alfried said as he passed by. “Hey, Al.” Bill replied without looking up from the magazine he was hiding under the counter. As he walked into the room, he was greeted by the rest of his class, along with the class instructor, Jimmy. “Ok, now that every one is here, we can start. Hello everyone, how are you doing?” “Good, good” was the muffled reply of the depressed class. “Since everyone is so enthusiastic about talking, I will have to pick the person to talk first. Jimmy said sarcastically, How about you Alfried. How did your day go?” Alfried stood up, and began to talk “Well, I’m doing very bad today. If anyone else had had a day like I did, they would literally commit suicide. I woke up, had some coffee, ate a donut, and went to work. At work, after finding all my stuff in those ugly cardboard boxes, I got fired, and was kicked out with all of my stuff on top of my head. After I went home and put my stuff away, I went back outside to walk it off, and I stepped into a puddle, fell on the dirty street, and was yelled at by an angry car driver. After cleaning myself off, I continued my walk, and while I stood in the park looking at the lovely scenery, a little pug decided to “do his stuff” on my brand new loafers. Since my walk was not going very well, after I cleaned my shoes off, I decided to go home. I got on a buss, and dropped my wallet when I got on, and all my loose change, fell on the floor, flying everywhere. After crawling around on the floor for a couple of minuets, I ended up paying the buss driver five dollars instead of a-dollar-fifty because if you were to add all the change up, the sum would be somewhere around fire dollars. After dishing out my five dollars for a two block ride, I was just too depressed to even care that someone broke into my house and completely destroyed everything. The only reason why I didn’t commit suicide, is because today was nowhere near as bad as yesterday.” After finishing his speech, everybody was staring at him with their mouths wide open in aw. Even Jimmy didn’t have the guts to say anything. Then one of Alfried’s classmates gathered the muster to ask, “What happened yesterday?” “Oh....., you don’t even want to know...” The End