All he wanted was an ice cream sandwich . He was willing to kill for it. It didn't matter who. His mother. A random, innocent stranger. He'd strangle them or shove a knife into them for a cold ice cream sandwich. He even would've been open to killing himself so...

He liked the  library . Without it he would feel miserable everyday at lunch, sitting in an echo chamber of juvenile screaming.

Instead he got to play chess or surf the net while eating the sandwich his mom had packed. It was always the same. White turkey and yellow cheddar...