Jeremy sat in his living room, watching the same worthless show on the worthless box he called a TV. It was just another worthless day, and Jeremy was just another worthless person. He didn't give a shit though if he people thought he was worthless, he was having fun just to be along for the ride.

Suddenly he heard the doorbell ring, which was followed by knocking. He didn't want to answer it. He hadn't invited anyone over, it wasn't anybody for him. The TV went to commercial, and when the banging on the door didn't stop, he decided to answer it. Maybe one of his friend's was stopping by, it was something Aaron would do. Knock and not stop.

When Jeremy got to the door, he didn't recognize the man outside. He opened the door anyway, to figure out who he was and what he wanted. "May I help you?"

The man didn't respond right away. He just stared at the 17-year-old who had opened the door. The kid was tall, at least 6'6" and he had shaggy, jet black hair. His eyes, which were a deep blue, were almond-shaped and he had a beautiful, youthful face. He wore baggy black jeans and had on a black Hoodie with the logo of his favourite band, Thursday, across the front.

Jeremy noticed the man was starring at him and spoke again, "Why are you here, sir?" Jeremy looked at the man, who he would have guessed was in his mid-30s, for a moment too. He had short dirty blond hair and dark brown eyes. He was dressed in a pair of old jeans and an unbuttoned flannel shirt with a white one underneath it.

The man coughed, and then came back on focus. "My car broke down in front of your house," He pointed to a black jaguar convertible in the street, "I need to call AAA and..."

"It looks new," Jeremy said. "How come a new car would break down?"

The man shook his head, "Isn't new. I just keep it nice. It's a '99 and it has a flat tire."

"You said it broke down."

"It did. I can't drive away with it. So it broke down." The man explained. "Look, I don't want to hurt you or anything, don't you have a cordless phone or something you can bring to the door? I don't have to come in."

Jeremy felt bad for the man, he could see how honestly he just wanted to use the phone. "Hang on, I'll get one." He shut the door and walked out into his kitchen, grabbing the phone and carrying it out to the front door.

"Here. Call." He said dryly.

"Thanks," He took the phone and dialed. Jeremy overheard his side of the conversation, "Hi, yeah, I need some assistance with my car... Yeah, a flat tire... I don't have a spare..." He looked quickly and the address of Jeremy's house, "It's on Floral Lane, parked toward the middle of the street right in front of 54766... Yeah... all right, ma'am, Thanks... Good-bye."

"Thanks."

He handed the phone back to Jeremy who quickly tossed in on the nearby stairwell. "No problem."

When Jeremy was about to close the door, the man at the door said, "Hey, you wanna come out here and wait with me? I mean, it's not going to be long until they get here since they're in the neighbourhood but... It would be nice to have someone to talk to while I wait."

Jeremy hesitated for a moment. "Actually, sure. Fresh air sounds nice."

The two of them sat on the front of the man's car, talking about nothing and everything at once. "Notice how there's nothing good on TV anymore? It's practically painful to watch!" Jeremy told him. "I don't know why I ever watch it as much as I do."

The stranger laughed. "I haven't watched TV in years, it's just not what I want to do with my time," He answered.

"Yeah," Jeremy answered as a AAA van turned down the street. "Looks like they're here, I should go back inside. It was nice to meet you. I didn't catch your name, what was it?"

"Carl Finch. Thanks for letting me use your phone. I don't think I got you name either, did I?"

"No, I don't think so... It's Jeremy Moff." He smiled and shook Carl's hand as he walked back into his house and the AAA man being replacing the tire.

As Jeremy walked back into his house, he wasn't expecting to ever see Carl again. No one ever gets what they expect though, and Carl would be back sooner than Jeremy could have known.

When Jeremy woke up the next morning, he had already forgotten about Carl and AAA. His family was at church, and he was alone again. He hadn't been to church in three years, when he'd announced to his mother that "he didn't believe in any fucked up religion." She constantly called him an atheist and her "dark son," but never seemed to understand he believed in God. Just not in organized religion.

It was 10am and Jeremy was brushing his teeth when he heard the doorbell ring. He looked down at himself and noticed he was wearing only his boxers, so he grabbed a t-shirt, pulled it over himself and ran to the door.

He opened it and was shocked as who he say. "Hey, Carl... What are you doing here?"

Carl looked somewhat confused like he wasn't even sure himself. "I just... Ummm... Can I come in real quick?"

Not sure what was going on himself, and against his own intuition, he nodded for him to come in. Carl grabbed from the side of the door, where it had been out of view, a baseball bat. Just as Jeremy was about to attempt to shove the man out seeing the bat, he noticed Carl wasn't going anywhere toward him.

He walked straight through the kitchen and into Jeremy's livingroom like he knew the house he'd never been in like the back of his hand. Jeremy followed behind him, wondering what this man was up to. "Look, Carl, I don't know why you're here but I really think it'd be best if you left..."

Carl walked right over to the television and slammed the baseball bat into it once. Then again. He hit it over and over again, crashing the screen in and the top of it in as well.

Jeremy just sat and watched at first, but when he wouldn't stop, he screamed at Carl, "What the fuck is wrong with you? What do you think you're doing?"

Carl was shaking and dropped the bat to the floor. "Look, It's just... Last night I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was how you said the TV was causing you pain, and I hated that and I just... wanted to make it stop..."