Harold hid himself away like a hermit. He smoked pot, dreamed of a hair transplant, and masturbated to online porn. In the day he was a banker. A smart banker. A good banker. Smart suit, good hair. But at night he was a masturbator and a dope fiend. And nobody knew.
Until something happened which would change his life forever.
He died.
He died.
And they all looked at his browser history.
