Cheeseburgers in Transylvania

The Loss

The muffled voices of the board members were deafening to Jimmy's ears as he zoned out as a means of trying to get rid of his tequila sunrise-induced hangover. Not even his sunglasses could get rid of the despicable glare of the fluorescent lights that hung over the room, it felt like they beamed off the white walls and directly into Jimmy's eyes. He noticed that the panoramic window that overviewed the Orlando skyline was only worsening this evil light that infested the room like a parasite pleading for a host. Without even saying anything, Jimmy rose from his chair which was isolated from the rest of the board members at the table, and stumbled to the east wall hit the button that lowered the blinds, and then moved his hands to the light dimmer, to which he dimmed the lights as low as he could before it was total blackness. "Jimmy, you don't even have to be here, just leave and let us conduct our meeting without your drunken intervention." Spoke to a board member to whom Jimmy couldn't even remember the face or name. His blood began to boil as this voice awoken him from his haze and forced him to acknowledge that he had little to no control over his company. "Who even are you, man? Margaritaville is MY restaurant, Margaritaville is MY song, and all these restaurants are based on ME, why should a leech like you take that away from me? I am Margaritaville fucker!" Jimmy yelled with what little energy he possessed, before lifting his chair and throwing it at the board member who dared to raise his voice at Jimmy. The chair hit the member with a heavy thud and then Jimmy passed out to the noises of people calling for help and screaming. Jimmy awoke in a local E.R., he tried to rise from his bed but was met with the cold and hard jolt of a handcuff on his right wrist. "Hey, what the fuck? I'm fucking Jimmy Buffet, what the hell? You can't do this to me!" He yelled to no one in particular. With this insistent scream, a nurse entered the small white room. "Mr. Buffet, I'm glad you're awake! You've been in a coma for two days now due to a small stroke you had at work..." "Thanks, hot legs, but that doesn't explain why I'm fucking goddamn handcuffed to a fucking goddamn hospital bed!" Jimmy yelled at the nurse, he had no reason to yell at the small woman in front of him, his anger just consumed every fiber in his being. "I understand your confusion sir... you've had a ruff three days-" "JUST TELL ME WHY I'M HANDCUFFED TO THIS FUCKING BED YOU DUMB SLUT!" Jimmy had lost all control, he felt like a spectator in his mind, watching someone control his body to say these awful things to this woman, this was not the cheeseburgers in paradise vibe that he wanted to give off. The small figure in front of him began to tear up and Jimmy's verbal assault, this image made Jimmy begin to break down. He crumbled into a ball on his hospital bed and just let the sorrow of nothingness consume him. He didn't know why he was sad, it wasn't from the nurse crying, or the confusion, but something unknown that was buried so much deeper in his soul than he could've imagined.