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He is as bored as a gynocologist having sex
He has been a High School math teacher for 37 years. Everyear is just a rehash of the previous. Same calculus. Same kids. Same life. Teaching has just become another dead end job. His life is going nowhere.
He will never marry. Women think he is ugly and weird. He has never had a girlfriend.
He finds solice in the numbers. Math never changes. But people do.
He falls asleep everynight on his sheetless futon in white breifs, undershirt and socks, his arms clasped around a Calculus text book. The numbers are as cold and distant as every woman he has tried to talk to.
He knows that he will die alone. That night his bout with depression is ended after 5 chambers.