'You should just fucking kill yourself already. It will make things a lot better... no more parents... no more pain...' Max watches the cars pass and fights the temptation to throw himself into the street."...fucking stupid thoughts..." Max mutters crossing the street."...why can't I have a fucking normal life..." Max keeps walking."...and decent parents..." he opens the garage door and gets the lawnmower."...and a working lawnmower..." he starts going house to house to ask if people needed their lawns mowed."...and people that care about me..."

He starts mowing the neighbors lawn. 'If you just pulled the trigger all of this whould be different.' Max growls at himself and mutters"...and then your stupid ass whould be in jail for murder..." he struggles to restart the lawnmower. 'But at least you whould be getting fed.' Max's stomach grumbles. 'You can still do it. It'll be easy... just two shots... and one on yourself if things go to far south.' Max's watch beeps and he quickly finishes the yard then gets the money from the neighbor.

Neil watches as Max leaves and runs over with a bag with some snacks and water."Here. You need this." Max looks at Max and says"Thanks..." Max runs off with the money bag and lawnmower. He hides in the garage and quickly eats before his parents show up and think he stole food from them. He throws the trash away and leaves the money on the counter. Max makes his way to his 'room'. All that was in the closet he slept in was a raggedy old sleeping bag and his beloved bear Mr.Honeynuts. Max curls up in the sleeping bag and takes the bit of time before his parents show up and sleep.