You only let him back in because he swore he'd keep his hands to himself this time...well, it's just 3 days later and here you are on your hands and knees cleaning his blood off the kitchen tile. All he had to do was keep his hands to himself but he just couldn't do it, the swine...you need a break from scrubbing the floor. You rise to your feet. You light a Virginia Slim. You taste the smoke. Tastes like freedom. You pop in your earbuds, crank up the volume and listen to W3 Thr33 Tr0lls on repeat as you scrub his blood from the sticky floor. Today is the first day of the rest of your life.