"Peace be with you, my brother," he said and turned away, walking out the door with a tight grip around the shaft of his Kalashnikov. The life had been sucked out of him. Fuck the banks, and the agents, the brokers and the attorneys, the planners and salesmen, the CPAs and architects, the construction companies and the credit repair agents, the unions and business bankers, the collection agencies, referral clubs, those FSBO properties and the damn property management companies, fuck the advertising, fuck it all. There is no solace.