"Welcome to your new reality," Eliot said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't forget to drink the punch."
Eliot threw a few lighter hits at the bag, as well as some blocks with his forearms. "These are my skills - and it doesn't make one bit of difference." He spun and elbowed the bag hard enough to make it rock again roughly on its chain.
"Worse," he went on, "are the Sunshine Suzies who tell you to give it time, that everything will work out, that you'll like it if you give it a chance."
Tugging at the thighs of his track pants as he switched stances, he added, "I won't say that some of the folk here aren't genuinely nice and good people, but the kumbayas get old real fast."