Slavko opens his eye and yawns. He sits up, grabbing his eyepatch and meds off his bedside table as he walks over to the bathroom. He cleans out the inside of his eye socket carefully and then puts on his eyepatch. He goes to the kitchen and makes himself some breakfast. He pops three eggs into a pan and tosses the shells into a bucket that he occasionally dumps out in his local community garden in order to provide fertilizer/compost. He then lays a few strips of bacon on the other side of the pan, cleaning out the plastic the bacon came in as the two items cook.
He finishes washing the plastic and puts it in a recycling can while he heads over to the pan and flips each item. He doesn't make a show of it, as tossing either the eggs in the air would most likely damage them beyond recognition, even if he were to catch them. Once the two are finished, he slips them onto a plate and eats them carefully. He eats an apple as well, just for good measure. He washes it all down with his anger medication and a glass of orange juice.
Once breakfast is finished, he washes off his dishes and sets them to dry. He then heads into the other part of his kitchen/living room and starts beating the shit out of a punching bag. Boxing is one of the last things he would've seen himself doing, and even now he's not very good at it. He wish he could have gotten a teacher to train him before... well.
He takes a look outside and views the land full of smog and the near-empty sky.
He himself is surprised at how well he's taking this.
