[i] Is this really how I have been reduced? Just another scrap on the ground doomed to eat in bars?[/i]

Jeremy smiled as the waitress brought him his plate of food and his glass of water. The food was just a simple salad, and the water simply because he did not trust any of the other liquids to travel past his lips. The waitress gave him another smile and a wink before she twirled around and went on her duties.

[i] How quaint. She believes simple flattery will garner an additional tip.[/i]

Jeremy slowly began to eat his salad in the corner of the room he sat in. He really hoped no one would attempt to sit with him, for whatever reason they had for such a cause. He was in no need to find friends at this moment, for his mind was still hell bent on revenge. 

[i] I just need time, that is all. Time to get back on my feet. Then they will see the wrath they have brought upon themselves.[/i]

Beads of sweat began to slowly drip down Jeremy's face as he continued to eat and drink. He could not yet determine if this sudden bought of perspiration was from the temperature of the bar or his own excitement. He took a napkin and gently cleared his brow of the filthy liquid and folded it neatly under the side of his bowl.

[i] But that is for another time, Jeremy. Focus on the present, or else you will trip towards the future.[/i]

It was then that Jeremy noticed a sort of stage in the bar, and had to stifle a scoff. 

[i] So, is this some sort of ploy to help draw in customers? Well, marketing and advertisement I suppose. I cannot fault the owner for trying to bring business. I do hope it is not some new, upstarting band. What do they play these days... Grunge? Bah. Makes my head hurt thinking about it.[/i]

Jeremy rubbed his temples at the thought, mostly for his own amusement than any actual pain.

((P.S. I really hate my internet.))