After losing his fight in Florida, Wallace spent sometime alone in his apartment to recover, which included drinking and feeling sorry for himself. After three days of wallowing and intentionally isolating himself from society, “he’d had enough. He had to do something, get outside, take a walk. Look, he told himself while standing at the sliding glass door to his deck. It’s a beautiful fucking day” (84). The choice of words expressed in this passage demonstrates Wallace’s aggressive character. His vulgar description of something beautiful reflects his mood. It also shows that his attempt to rehabilitate by completely isolating himself was self-destructive.