Lincoln smiled as Bob continued to rattle on what he'd like Lincoln's Ad firm to do.

Bob was a representive from a tobacco company trying to rebrand its image. Lincoln managed get put put on the case.

Joy.

After Bob ceased his rattling, Lincoln rattled off his own ideas on what could be done to help improve the image of his company, based on statics, and pols, and various other boring things.

He managed to sound interested. Even though he was bored out of his mind.

Bob shook Lincoln's hand with a smile.

After the meeting it was time for lunch in his office.

As Lincoln ate the sandwich Luan packed for him he spotted an ant working his way over to the chips he had set on his desk. Seemed rather pointless. Not like the ant could actually take a chip away. And Lincoln could crush it before it got one. But worker ants had to work Lincoln figured.

He could relate. Doing something pointless because it needed to be done. Lincoln merely tapped a spot right in front of the ant who immediately turned the other way, and continued on its way to the chips.

Then Lincoln just squished it.

It was so pointless.

A half an hour later he got a call from a client from an up in coming perfume company who insisted on yelling as if speaking louder would fix anything.

"No sir if you just-I'm not trying to talk over you I just need-can you please just listen."

Lincoln for some reason started to sweat. He felt ice in his arm, a pain in his chest, and feeling of wooziness.

He fell from his chair which prompted his co-worjers to come over.

"Fucking call the hospital, " Lincoln grounded out through the pain. "I think I'm dying Lincoln gasped, panicked.

The client kept yelling on the line.

A few days later Lincoln got out of the hospital. He had a heart attack and was pressed to take it easy.

All his family had ideas for how to do that.

Lana offered to take him dirt biking.

Lucy suggested poetry.

Leni Knitting.

Lincoln's father had an odd approach to the problem though.

"Quit your job, " Lynn said.

The two were at the restaurant.

Towards closing time. Lincoln was the only customer there and Lynn decided to eat dinner with his son. "Its not that simple Dad, " Lincoln said.

"Its as simple as saying 'I quit.'" Lynn said eating some of his steak

"I mean what would I do?"

Lynn shrugged. "Draw comics again I figure."

Lincoln frowned. "Dad being a comic book artist ain't likely to make me rich."

Lynn shrugged. "No it won't. But you'll love doing it."

know you love doing it."

Lincoln did. "I have bills to pay, and I'm this close to making Partner at my firm."

Lynn shrugged. "Eh, take on some commisons. That's what they're called right?"

"Do you know how many I'd have to do to make ends meet?"

Lynn shrugged. "A lot I figure."

Lincoln frowned. "Dad its n

Lincoln my father died of a heart attack doing a job he hated, " Lynn said. "A doctor said I was on the way to one before I decided to try opening a restaurant,"

Lincoln gaped at his father. "Jesus Christ. I didn't know-"

Lynn cut in. "I never told you. A man shouldn't worry his family with his troubles I figured. I was scared of scaring you I guess you could say. But maybe if I told you about it you'd make some decisions that wouldn't almost you cost you your life,"

"Listen dad I'm sorry to hear that, but-"

"Lincoln I'm proud of the man you've become," Lynn cut in. "You're a great father. I can't say it wouldn't have been best to wait, or try becoming one with someone other than your sisters, but you've nevr complained about your duties. You took on multiple jobs when you were a boy to help them out, you took on an entire career, that you know you hate because you thought you needed to do provide for them. Now they're flourishing because of you and your sisters put in the work. Now its time to be selfish."

"Its not that simple." Lincoln repeated weakly

"Lincoln what're you afraid of? It can't be money. I know you've saved enough to live comfortably job or no job."

It was true. Lincoln was a land owner with property valueing at a couple million.

Lincoln sighed. "That I'll fail." Lincoln drew as a hobby when he was young, he even took some art classes in college, but whose to say he was really any good after all these years? Maybe he was never good.

"You may sport. I could've failed at opening my restaurant. But I knew if I didn't try I'd die. Son it'll be hard. You may never be a success. But you'll be doing something you'll love."

Lincoln sighed. He hugged his dad before heading out. In the car he made a call to his boss.

"I quit, " he said before hanging up.