There was a knock at the door. Shawn jumped from the sudden sound, almost cutting his fingers with a knife. He stood with carrots in his hand, staring at the door. Nobody ever came over. At least... not for a few months. He stood, the knife still in his hand, walking slowly to the door. The door was knocking, again, pleading to be opened. Shawn grabbed the handle... about to turn it, holding his breath. There came a voice. "Shawn! I know you're there, man. Answer the door!" Shawn exhaled deeply, opening the door in relif. And there stood Damien. "Hey." whispered Shawn spiritlessly. "Hey..." Damien whispered back, inviting himself in. The silence was awkward, Shawn felt himself searching for the words, then realizing he didn't have to. "I hate this." Damien was now sitting on Shawn's red couch, his face in his hands, his words muffled. He could barely comprehend what he was saying. Shawn walked over sympathetically and turned the T.V. off, listening hard. Damien's voice was breaking. "I don't want this, man. I want another life. At first, it was okay. I mean the money... but now it's like... fucking ridiculous. This stupid job, man. I can't have a life! My girlfriend... she's pregnant and I want to be there for her. She thinks I'm cheating on her... because she doesn't know my job or where I am," Damien was completly bawling by the end of his sob story. "I love her. And I just want to... live, but I can't." "Damien," "Yeah?" He didn't look up, but kept his eyes off to the side, tears flooding down like waterfalls. "You're not the only one."