It had been a long day for Jack. He was tired, sore and exhausted from the day’s events. The weather wasn’t exactly a nice thing to deal with, either. He had his head resting on the counter top with his water bottle in front of him.
Jack hated the weather, and he hoped it cooled off soon. Not even a cold shower seemed to help.
“Why does it got to be so hot?” he complains to no one. “I’m going to kill Vinny for this.”
















