Oh, uh, that would be mine. See, I wrote a note to myself, and then I realized I didn't need it, so I balled it up and...(sees that Monica is glaring at him)...now I wish I was dead.
Revulsion and fury rose in him like vomit; he balled up the newspaper and threw it, with all his force, at the wall, where it joined the rest of the rubbish heaped around his overflowing bin.