stanley woke up.
he wondered what time it was.
he needed his own space.
because the gravity of the situation was dawning on him.
he decided to go out and get some fresh air.
but first he needed a glass of water.
after he drank the glass of water, he realized he was hungry.
there was no food in the room, because he had eaten the last powdered minidonut before he had gone to sleep the night before.
how long ago it seemed!
suddenly he remembered jennifer, but he quickly banished her from his mind.
the age of romance was over, big time.
i was thinking the same thing myself, the voice in his brain said.
you must think i am pretty stupid, stanley told the voice in his brain, whose name was vincent.
i am just a lucky so and so, vincent replied, to have such a friend as you..
stanley was one of those people who was born consumed with ambition.
but as the years had gone by, he had come to realize that life was a game he could not win.
the words of dr desmond came back to haunt him.
you can paint a thousand pictures, but no picture will paint you.
it had seemed so profound at the time, when he and vincent and jennifer had their regular picnics on the banks of the gently flowing river.
he decided to go out and buy another pack of powdered minidonuts.
surely the nice lady at the bodega would listen to his sad story and give him credit for the donuts.
he had been such a good customer!
he had been such a good student, of madame la pierre’s.
he had been such a good patient, of dr desmond’s.
he had been such a good friend, to vincent and jennifer.
now he had an overwhelming urge for a powdered mimidonut!
just one!
suddenly there was a knock on the door.
the one he had been waiting for all his life.
who could it be?
are you in there, richard? the voice came from beyond the door. we are starting to get worried about you.
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