The Main Character

I’m drunk again, shit. What became of me, my hopes, my dreams, my life.

This world drives me crazy, I’ve worked hard for thirty goddamn years. For thirty years of my life, I have been a good boy smiling and being polite, holding the door open, and allowing others to walk ahead of me. Not anymore… Hell, I only started smoking a month ago, something so peaceful about watching the stream of smoke rise up before my eyes obstructing the view of the buildings outside my window in this neon circus. I can hear them outside, heathens. They are having the time of their lives; boozing, doing drugs, fucking. they all make me sick, they haven’t a care in the world, this corrupted, overpopulated world.

The powers that be want us to fight, they want us to hate each other. Would you house a tiger and a sheep together? No? So why the fuck do they think housing all of us stupid apes together would be any different?

The first time I was robbed, I told myself I understood why, the perpetrator was likely down on their luck, desperate, they probably needed my electronics more than I did, to sell and make some money so they could eat. The second time I tried to tell myself the same thing, but the third time, I bought a gun, the one in my hand, the one I’m going to use to take my revenge with. They’ll all pay, all of them, everyone who wasted my time, everyone who got promoted ahead of me, everyone who wouldn’t give me the time of day, they’re all gonna pay. All but one, one bullet, one for me, nothing like going out in a blaze of glory! Tomorrow will be different, tomorrow they all will be sorry.

Oh, I finished my drink, guess I better get some sleep, I don’t want to be late for work tomorrow… I need this job.