The cost is too much. No one -no one- can pay so much to feel good about himself! It's almost criminal! He won't understand. Everywhere around him gives him the coldest shoulder of them all. Poor is too poor, rich is too rich; big, too big; small, too small. What he can see is indifference; what he feels is coldness in the heat of the night.
Flicking through channels in another insomniac hell, nothing else looks interesting. Porn, porn, porn, 70's B-plot horror movie, porn documentary, reruns of “The Price is Right” (if you'd fantasize about being called, “Come on down!” in front of national television), infomercials that are thinly veiled like porn...Nope, nothing good to watch. But something suddenly catches his eye:
“Operators are standing by. Call right now for your free legal consultation -any time, any place!”
“Now we're talking!” And he ran and called that shoddily-written number on the cardboard screen. What he received was not a free legal consultation, but a chewed-up Korea vet with a penchant for the traumatic and the bellicose. Nope, that didn't work. Maybe he'll talk to Paul, he always has a sweet deal on the back of his truck... or was it, on the back of his greenhouse? But it's illegal...He won't pay his debt with dirty money! That's an affront to what his mother (may she rest in Panama City) taught him all this time! But, then, every effort is worthless...Pointless...A mere fallacy.
It looks like his hands are tied...again. Who would help with this burden? The cost in his head is too much to bear alone!