[u]The Dojo Ruins, Around Noon[/u] Pablo sat on a bench in the Dojo quietly, looking at all of the once completed construction he had funded that now lay in ruin. He had a stoic and tired look, and wore a navy blue sweater accompanied by khaki pants. He lit a joint, and smoked quietly. Business was dying. He had the money to get by and then some, but he was just left feeling empty inside. He rubbed his eyes with his right hand, keeping the joint in his left hand. It was coming to an end, he felt. He put his headphones on and placed a CD into his walkman. He pressed the play button, the music ushering a wave of calm into him. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PtJ6yAGjsIs