Marvin was totally fine. Of course he wasn't in the midst of a full-blown identity crisis after fathering a child or grappling with his intense mood swings around his wife. He was totally okay. At least, that's what he told himself as he paced around the street he lived on, needing a break from the stuffiness of his All-American home. God, even though he had everything he wanted he knew there was something missing. He was on edge all the time and couldn't stand being affectionate toward Trina. He told her he had syphilis so she wouldn't want to screw him anymore, for god's sake!

He refused to admit that this life didn't suit him, but it just wasn't enough. He wanted more, he craved it. But where would he possibly find it? The tarnished concrete beneath his feet clicked with his steps, the man being totally lost in thought.

Okay. Let's add up everything in this fucked up little equation. he thought. Trina makes me want to kill myself and Jason.. Well. He's definitely there. Now I—

"Jesus—" he suddenly exclaimed as he ran into something head-on. He was so focused on his thoughts that he barely realized there was someone in front of him that he was essentially charging toward.

"Oh. Um. Sorry about that." he tried, honestly not caring less.