Lennie saw the post card, it showed a ship sinking, perhaps it was meant to be the Titanic, below the image was a quote, it said, 'It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others.' He thought to himself, 'yeah that just about sums it up for me; I'm a walking, talking warning. Look out folks this too could happen to you. Your spouse could cheat on you, and you could crawl into a bottle for a couple of decades. Your kids could hate your guts, and just for the icing on the cake, after crawling out of the bottle and rescuing your career from the crapper; you could fall off the wagon, just one time, and a beautiful, sweetheart of a colleague could offer to drive you home, then wham, bam in a heartbeat, she's dead and it's all your fault. 'Cause you couldn't stand how much Cathy's words stung. So you figured a little vodka would make the hurt go away, like that ever worked before, it never made her Mom's cheating hurt you any less, and it never made any of those willing bodies beneath you feel like Gloria's. The only thing the liquor did was make you unable to remember when exactly you went from loving Gloria to despising her. So here I am the walking, talking warning and I'm still best when I find people dead.