Montana ran a finger to feel the softness of his own cheek. It had been years since he looked so youthful and lively. He was eighteen when his life started going down south. He didn't go to college as he didn't desire for higher education. Passion wasn't something ingrained in him so he didn't know what he could do to make his life worthwhile.
After graduation, he started working in a company as a rank-and-file. Soon enough, he gained experience and skills enough to be a rank-and-file in a Fortune 500 company. His salary and welfare were enough for him, and so he just continued living by copying some of his coworkers.
They wanted to buy a house so he bought one when he could. They talked about a good car so he planned to have one soon. It's just that… Montana hadn't lost his direction; it was more likely that he didn't have one to begin with.
So he stayed steady his entire life.
