Moving back in with your parents in the town where you grew up after a career failure.
Leaving your bicycle in an alleyway after an injury that left permanent damage.
Selling your guitar and amps after getting kicked out of the band.
Moving to the flyover states and living in a rural property with a propane tank on the front lawn after the startup you worked at went under.
That last night at the job site sharing a drink with the guys after finding out that the construction firm is laying everyone off once the project is done.
Hanging up the uniform and putting your framed medals in a box under your bed.
Getting dumped by text.
Lying on a twin-size mattress at night after throwing out your old queen in the alley behind your place.
Realising you’ve been blocked after trying to call.
Sitting at the kitchen table staring at the bank letter notifying you of the foreclosure while your family is still asleep.
Your boss very politely asking you to have your desk cleaned out by the end of the day.
Noticing a wrinkle in the doctor’s shirt as he says the word “inoperable”.
Realising the passenger seat in your car still looks almost new.
Hiding a threadbare sleeve behind your back at the reunion while your old buddy pulls up in a new car.
Your hand jerking while signing the bankruptcy application and messing up the signature.
Setting an alarm to wake you up for your other job and realising it’s going to wake you up 3 hours from now.
Hearing parents arguing through the thin walls because they can’t make rent.
