(I spelled "Jonh" wrong)

John is man, like most others. He works in a cubical for nine hours a day. He has a friend named Fred and another named Julie. John likes pumpkin pie and blueberries. He drinks twice a month with few fellow workers. John sometimes has an irregular sleeping appteren but still gets up for work everymorning. John rarely calls out. Sometimes he will stay late at work to finish his work. John knows his boss well and admires her greatly. John thinks of the world as a plain with tall green grass with birds flying by slowly. John lives how he is expected to and ask no questions, but the John inside him screams to let out and live from the inside out. John's moto is "Know your Place, and things will be smooth".

It might be good if John steps out of the box every now and then

John must be really sad. I know I would be...and I totally feel like that sometimes!

where'd ya get the gun John?

Maybe John shold use the gun...

Nah...if he did, knowing John's luck, he'd just make himself partially brain damaged or something and still wind up suffering, only this time without being able to try and end it all for himself. Wait...was John talking about using it on himself, or on someone else? I think I missed that post...