The other day I wasn't doing so hot. I was down on my luck and feeling it. I didn't have much at the time, only some blue jeans and a leather jacket I knew was sure to intimidate any trouble makers I might encounter, on account of how bad ass I looked in it. Unfortunately, no amount of good looks or bad assery could pull me out of my current situation. I was like, super hungry. I checked a few apple trees, but after 30 minutes of peeling the bark away from the base of the trees, I still didn't have any apples. After deciding that I had no god damn idea how to apple tree correctly, I moved on. A little farther down the road I found a village. By this time I was thinking to myself "I'm dying of starvation." I frantically searched the empty houses. I found a few items, but none that I could eat. As I was leaving the town, I noticed a can on the top of a car. I walked over and, as if god himself had delivered it to me, a can of tactical bacon rested upon the trunk. I greedily snatched it up, only to realize... I had nothing to open it with. I began running toward another small group of houses farther up the road and reached them as the world was losing its color and I began to slip towards the light. First house, empty. Second and third, bunk. Last house... last chance... empty. I walked outside, ready to meet my maker, when I noticed in the shed beside me there was a crowbar laying on the ground. I ran over and grabbed it, eyed it up with the edge of my can and let her rip. Disaster. Devastation. Tragedy. I spilled it. All of it. Well, except for what I assumed was roughly 6% of the initial volume. All my hope was gone. I accepted my fate. All that was left to do now was lay down on the ground and stare at the pile of tactical bacon on the ground beside me, 94% of a can that I could no longer eat, because it had fallen onto the ground... and become... yucky. [death]