(Jimmy reflecting on a Sunday morning)
Jimmy: I'm fine, yes, I'm ok. Its what I like to tell myself but my heart is deeply troubled. I know the reason why and time and time again I plunge my pitiful spirit into unwanted misery. Man truly is a fading flower and all his beauty will perish. I stare outside my window and gaze upon the autumn leaves, it swayed from side to side and beyond it was the still grey sky.