A lifetime of laissez faire living was insufficient preparation for the griefing wave. Folk lore would have you believe bad things only came in threes before a period of respite. But if that were true then the qualifications for bad were jacked up by 137% and that meant the new normal was an experience in hyper vigilant sensitivity, or the 3 point clock reset a lot faster. Either way, as he sat by the personification of wet cigarettes in a bar with the most generic taps in town, he was unprepared for the warm spring breeze, bright summer colours, and taste of picnic fruit the song summoned forth. It remained to be seen if it was a prophetic vision or a day dream, but it was undeniably sunny.