Kennedy was cooking eggs and baking bread - for one. Kennedy was lonely. He wished he wasn't. Loneliness was a malady of the psyche. A rat ran across the kitchen floor. For that one split second Kennedy was lonely no more. He picked up the pan of eggs and hurled it at the rat. "Missed!" he screamed. The rat ran into a hole in the cupboard. Kennedy lit a cigarette and held his nose. The rat wasn't smelly, Kennedy was. Loneliness had made him sloppy. Kennedy went into the lounge to stare at a wall. The rat came out and ate the eggs. THE END
This picture and story was inspired by The Wedding Present's song Kennedy off the album Brassneck.