Everything had gone downhill from that sick bet.

Everything had been set and shaped from that fateful day.

Right down to his lumbering walk on the sidewalk where he sweated heavily and struggled for a mile, which would have been nothing to him when his body was still in top shape.

“Almost there,” he thought to himself as he saw the last sign of the hospital.

“What are you looking at?” he thought as he saw two men looking at him from where they sat on the stairs of a closed shop.

He saw them whisper to each other and pointed to their phone.

“It must be fun to be...