mt dew cans, doritos taco, curtains closed as always (for maximum eye sight), dick in my hand, jerking off while i tbag the guy who called my mom a whore after i jumpshotted him (yes, him) with my sniper rifle, tranquility, peace, for those 30 good seconds before my inevitable death by a puma (no its not a warthog, you uncultured swine) running over me, life is good