Broken Dreams

Francis Skyline had always been a dreamer.  As far back as he could remember his goals had always been lofty.  In high school he entered every creative writing class offered and was an active member of the theater club.  His friends and peers would often smile politely when he started to ramble about his future as a big screen actor or high powered politician.  When tuition at the local J.C. started to pile on top of his already considerable bills from improv classes, Francis was faced with the horrible realization that he needed to get a normal job.  

On this rainy afternoon,  in a smelly public restroom, young Skyline tearily relieved himself and began to reminisce about his low paying entry level job at the local butcher.  It was harsh for Mr. Bandharp to fire him, but it was just mean for him to tease Francis about his constant daydreams.  Little did the sausage-fingered old butcher know,  Francis was dreaming about becoming the world's greatest meat connoisseur.  Just when he felt his dreams had finally been broken, Francis Skyline opened the door to his heavily graffitied stall to find this beacon of hope, this bolt of lightning, this crying virgin mary, on the wall right in front of him.  He was about to set out to create the worlds first personal bacon dispenser.