Steve savors his sandwich, for it is tasty indeed, mayhaps even tastier than previously indicated. When he is finished, he pulls out onto the highway and heads for home. He resolves that tonight is the last night he will spend at home. Tomorrow is the day he changes everything. Tomorrow is the day that he becomes an itinerant blues musician.
He steps inside his home at exactly 7:03 PM. As anticipated, he has missed dinner. His wife is nowhere to be found; most likely she has put the children to bed and then retired herself.
While seated in his living room, he noodles slowly on his guitar, singing softly to himself. His various pains and frustrations come oozing out as his fingers float across the strings, but soon it becomes apparent that he has other, more pressing issues than his own fragile emotional state.
A deep rumbling in his lower regions begins to make it clear that the fish sandwich he had ingested for his evening meal, while tasty indeed, may have contained more than he bargained for.
Still carrying his guitar, he heads for the bathroom, preparing to embark on ONE WILD RIDE. And, to make matters worse, he remembers that he still has SWEATY BOOT RASH.