End of the line..

'Could my life get any worse,' lamented John Doe, as he watched his angry landlady throw his suitcases and clothing out in the hall of the apartment he was being evicted from. Three months past due on the rent, it's about what he had expected. Still he was stunned that it was actually happening. In the past three months, he lost his job, his car and now his home.

"I'm keeping your furniture and your deposit against what you owe!" ranted the red faced landlady as she shut and locked the door to the apartment with the key she had demanded from him a few minutes before.

John picked up his clothing and stuffed it into his few bags like a robot. He only came alive again when the beautiful blonde next door walked down the hall way. She looked at John with a kind of embarrassed pity, quickly skirting the broken young man to disappear into her own apartment. He never knew her name.

It wasn't that John was an unattractive man. Women found his smile and brown eyes very appealing and even said so once or twice during his life. It was the fact that at barely 5'5" tall, John rarely stood a chance with any girl. Most girls wanted someone at least a few inches taller than they were so dates were few and far between. The few girls that did have an interest in him were not the ones his mother would have approved of.

They were basically bullies who assumed that John's height would make him easier to push around and intimidate. They were right. Constant insults and demands from these girls left the poor young man with no self-confidence or self-esteem. To make matters worse, he had become **** to keep these unhealthy relationships but the relentless psychological **** left him unable to perform in the bedroom leading to even more **** and eventually being abandoned all together. Ultimately, it left him with a certain affection and attraction towards women who were more dominant.

John walked quietly out of the grubby downtown apartment building with cases in hand and no hope in his heart. As if on cue a final insult from the cold hearted mistress of fate, it started to rain.With no place to go, John sat down on his suitcases and watched blankly as the city moved on with its life around him. He knew down to the penny how much cash he had on him. His whole worldly wealth amounted to exactly one dollar and fifty six cents. Of course, his stomach picked that moment to remind him he hadn't eaten in the past two days. Placing his head in his hands, John closed his eyes and tried to shut out the whirlwind of despair that seem to have engulfed his existence.