Trott doesn't know what he wants to do with his life

After the recent embarassment at the Arcolyte Theatre in Hollywood, Trott retreated to his bedroom (studio apartment) and cried...for 3 days. He cried more than it rained. He tried to take his tears and throw them outside, to contribute to the city of LA's lack of rain...but it was too late. The tears were already in the fibers of his shirt. Trott can't even succeed at crying these days. Yeah...looks like Trott is screwed. Oh well.