It pressed against you like a blanket, fresh out of the dollar clothes washer at a cheap laundromat, the kind of laundromat in a run-down town that has seen better days. The kind of laundromat that has an old, wrinkly attendant on duty; the kind of attendant that has the job only because her life has treated her unkindly, and she's had nowhere else to go. The kind of attendant who's made one mistake too many, and now has nowhere to go.
The kind who blames the world for the bad choices he made and is now angry with the world. A man who looks in the mirror and sees what could have been, but, never got there. Alone, and bitter he takes his anger out on anyone within reach.