Another day...

It was 5:00 p.m. Many of the city's residents had gone home after the end of the workday, but this harmony of routine and the familiar rhythm of life established by capitalism and the American dream was disturbed by one lazy bum. Ned was lying asleep on his bed, pizza boxes and unloaded e-cigarettes lying on the floor, which, along with dirt, stains, and other small debris, made it clear to even the most deductively inept person that a slovenly pig-headed fucker lived there.

Ned's parents came into the room. They were used to their kid being a lazy degenerate with no positive qualities. And to be honest, they weren't far from their son, except that he had an advantage in this competition of wretchedness, having inherited the worst fifty percent of the genes of each of these morons. In fact, their family could be used as an argument against natural and sexual selection, for there was no explanation for how such genetic cesspit had been dragged through millions of years of evolution of our species, burdened with such a cohabitant...

Ned's mother: "Son, wake up. We want to say goodbye to you."

Ned woke up at such words, it seemed to him that his parents were going to kick him out of the house and make their family contribution to the homeless population by sacrificing their only heir. But Ned's stunned look gradually faded as he heard his mother's words continue.

Ned's mother: " Your father and I are going to my mom's house, so we'll be gone for a few weeks. We've left you some money for that time, it's on the table."

Ned's father: "Honey, let's hurry up. The cab is already waiting for us!" The patriarch of the degenerate dynasty hurried his wife, earlier they could have gone in his car, but the moron had his driver's license taken away for drunk driving.

Ned's mom: "Okay, son. Your father and I love you, do not forget to call us every day!"

Ned: "I will, mother..."

Ned got out of bed and went into the living room, he was going to grab some chips and see how much money his parents had left him. When Ned went down to the kitchen he saw Betty, they didn't have practice today and he planned to spend those days jerking off. But Betty conveniently passing by his house presented him with a convenient opportunity to fulfill his sexual preoccupation. He ran outside and shouted: "Hey, Betty!"

Betty turned her head and before her was a very unpleasant sight. A 1.5 meter tall fat degenerate with a sagging potbelly and a retarded face expression was looking at her and waving at her, wearing a white wifebeater and sweat and dirt yellowed underpants.

Betty didn't remember most of the sex he'd put on her, and most of the sexual harassment she didn't think of as such because of her clueless. Ned was to her just a neighborhood guy and bullying victim with an ugly monkey face, and a piggy body, but a kind heart. That was the explanation why she didn't give the middle finger to the degenerate standing there in yellowed underpants, waving at her.

Betty started toward Ned's porch.....