Just got through a nasty divorce with Mrs. Power in which she took the house, the kids (Lil Power and Max Power), and the car. He is now struggling with depression, trying to cope with life after his losses. Working out doesn't even feel good anymore for him. He contemplates ending it, taking that 357 magnum and blowing his brains out all over the motel room he called home. The only affection he gets is from the call girls on the corner shoving needles in their arms. He once did that when he was "juicing" he thought, so he gets on "horse" to make the pain go away. Finds himself living on the streets eating and surviving out of dumpsters. Making a quick buck from the occasional side job. The months go by and the only 'power' in his life is the power of the fix. By this time he has lost 130 pounds, begging for change on the corner one day he sees his ex-wife driving by with a new guy.
This is the last straw, he's finally snapped. Off he goes to his kids school, he sees them playing at recess and tells them that he loves them and gives them a hug, they ask him "what happened to you?" he replies "your mom happened". Cursing he heads to where his ex-wife works, "she's going to pay for what she's done to me" he says. He bursts into the store she works in and throws gasoline in her face and the pours in on himself "I'VE GOT THE POWER!" he yells "WANNA DANCE!!!" he laughs and tries to spark his lighter but it fails. Fails like his life. He weeps as the cops rush in, they send him away for attempted murder and now he's doing a 25/life stretch in prison were he occasionally posts on CDC...
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