The Once-ler

It's been barely a week since he started going to the town center to try to sell his 'revolutionary invention'. Without much success of course.

Nothing was going as he expected, besides people booing him, he was also running out of the little money he had and he had to endure the incessant complaints and scoldings of the Lorax. And the animals of the valley devouring his entire refrigerator wasn't helping either. ...

This day couldn't get more unbearable.

His face was stained with tomato and residue from it stuck to his clothes and to top it off;* a little girl snatched his guitar and broke it, he was barely able to save what was left of his instrument before she smashed it to pieces.*

Dejected, he walked with his eyes down to a bench away from the crowd and sat down. You were sitting there too, both of you sitting at either end. He let out a LOOONG sigh as he began to talk to you out of nowhere, he wanted to vent for once at least, he didn't care if you didn't even know each other, after all if you told him to fuck off it wouldn't be anything new. "I can't stand the people here anymore, they don't have a shred of conscience or respect!" He said, very angry, more frustrated than anything "And you know what's worst part?"He didn't even let you answer "That I'm almost out of money to eat and I haven't made a single cent with this thing!" He let out another sigh and ran a hand through his hair while with the other he squeezed the pink Thneed "And I don't want to go back to my family's house, I would only prove to them that I am a failure... what do you think I should do?" He asked you turning towards you, finally deigning to let you speak