The End

There is a terrible moment in your life that you realize that you won't be a rock star.  You'll never be that guy strumming on a guitar and crooning while a cutey wistfully looks up from the crowd.  Bats her lashes, tosses her hair, makes you notice her.  That one.  It won't happen.  Ever.

This moment cannot happen when you are very young.  There's just too much in front you.  It still could happen.  You could be that guy.  But then life happens.  And the moment sneaks up on you.  You don't really have an inkling that its coming and boom.  Boom!

You will be nobody's hero.  Nobody's.  Not even your own.  And then what do you have.  Are we all just to be our hero in five years?  There is no satisfaction there.  None.  And thus we fill our lives with packing peanuts to fill the void.

In Gary's case, the peanuts were varied.  Family, work and video games.  Just a normal guy living in a house he could barely afford, working a job he didn't care about, all the day long wanting to be home to say "Hi" to the family and then disappear into his den of Mitty.  His playground of the unreal.  His refuge.  The place that he could be a hero.  The only place.  Knowing full well, that nobody would really appreciate it.