All these people, they're like ghosts, they walk by the street as if the asphalt was part of their flesh, CO2 is their oxygen, work is their hobby, life is their unattainable dream.
I lost my work, I won a bank lend, charming poisoned chalice oh you got me. the only heat that could light up my dead soul, my love, sadness' confident... died in a car accident.
There is only one valuable way out. There is only one way to light up my soul.
Music's not here for nothing, adds some necessary depth in a flat picture, start it for Christ's sake.

Original
Posing : 30 minutes + 5 minutes searching a good angle
Editing (ingame) : 10 minutes
Editing (Photoshop) : 1 hour
Background version : who the fuck would want a depressed man as his background
I fail at writing, so if you wanna puke while reading that shit text up there here's the short version : lost his job and wife, ending it by burning his house and stayin' in it.