What?
Jesus Christ, but that is one bitter, self-centered, sad sob right there.
There were odd times in the course of several wasted minutes of my lifetime that I could emphasize with him, but never that much or for that long. Here's the thing. Everyone in the world gets dealt bad cards. Everyone. Some of them are Dark Lady fucking with you, sure, but a good number were cards you drew yourself. There's damn few situations where whining about them is a good idea (but hell, if his whiny comic gets him enough attention that he'll find someone to pay him, then he's gone and won, hasn't he? Something to be said about the American Dream, there).
I particularly got pissed off at the way he felt like painting everyone else in America as horrible, especially the religious types. Lord knows that finding something to believe in is so much worse than his seeming brand of whiny, self-centered nihilism. There's not a man in this world who isn't a flaming hypocrite.
There's no situation that can't be made better by our own actions. Honestly, I'd call that the American Dream, that
Anyone, by the sweat of his own brow, if he works hard, can overcome whatever misfortune and make a better life for himself.
If you're dying, either go and get help, learn to find meaning in the time you've got left, do something worthwhile, or if you're dying the way I pray to go, spend your last moments doing your job.
He's afraid of calling someone to get him help? There is not a man in this world who I dislike enough not to drive and haul to the hospital.
In any case, I must say that I find his worldview espoused much much better by an old band named Kansas. Even if you're just a bit of dust in the wind, that doesn't mean that it's not something beautiful.