Mario had spent the better part of the day in his room trying to figure out what he would do with his life. Boredom was about to fade him out of existence and even though he was from money, there seemed to be nothing he could do to pacify himself. Should he go out? He asked himself, but where exactly would he go by that time of the day? Was he going to perambulate the entire streets of America all in the name of killing boredom? And of course places to go to wasn't a problem -- he was capable of going to the most expensive of places because he had money to spend but deep down that wasn't exactly what he wanted to do.