Tales from the Kornfield: 'Tearjerker'
"FUCK ALL THIS SHIT!"
Jonthan burst into the tour bus, pain in his eyes and tears streaming down his face. He slammed the door with such force the entire vehicle shook. Carelessly he threw the contents of his pockets to the ground as he landed with a hard thump on the couch, legs curled to his chest. He kicked off his clunky shoes and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head. The room was silent except for the quiet sobbing of a man who felt entirely alone in the world. Jonathan tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft whimper. He lay there for what seemed like eternity, trapped in a desolate wasteland of forgotten memories. Eventually he stirred, relaxing his stiff legs from the fetal position. Lifting his glasses, he wiped his eyes with quivering hands, still shaking from his erratic breathing. He pushed the hood back and ran his fingers through the tangled mess of hair. Jonathan remained silent, staring at the floor vacantly, trying to regain some sense of sanity. The