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This is just a small idea I've been having. It is not the final piece. This all may not even be the final way I take this idea but I wanted to get this out there for everyone. 

Why do people look at me as if I'm crazy? Do I appear as if I am?  I swear as long as I've been on this earth, I've pictured myself as a standard citizen of the world. One who does nothing but live a storybook stereotypical life. I believe I am the true embodiment of normal. 

I walk the streets of downtown Los Angeles taking in the beautiful sights of trash and homeless people who rid the streets. I can literally smell the sewage which leaks from the cracks of tall skyscrapers who make me feel so small and insignificant. Oh all the beauty of this city. Ain't it beautiful. It is nothing but a dump where people like me are thrown out by the rest of society so that they may reap the benefits of my hard work! OFF WITH THEM ALL! I mean honestly they wouldn't survive a single day in my shoes. They all sit in their golden thrones as I roll around in the mud with the pigs. Those ungrateful pricks have no idea what real life is really like. 

I start off my walk from my small apartment in the center of downtown and finish it off at the big office building in which I'm an assistant at. I walk in and make my way to the elevator. People pile in and squish me against the back wall almost acting as if I don't exist. I go all the way to the top floor where the boss of the whole banking company awaits me. Gordon Galo: the embodiment of everything I dislike. He is arrogant, selfish, ungrateful, and the biggest prick to all his employees that do not meet the certain criteria he wants. 

"You're late" he says the second I step foot off the elevator. He turns and starts walking not allowing me to answer his statement. 

"I have a board meeting today at 1 with the investors. They want to come by and see how everything is with us. I need you to be in the room taking notes on anything and everything they say. Just sit there, be quiet, and do your job."

I answer him the way all of us "inferior employees" answer to him  with a, "yes sir."

We walk together into the main office room which is filled with a bunch of employees all dressed up, with phones going off all over the place and the smell of coffee moving through the air. We reach Mr. Galo's office and he turns to me with a look of sincerity. He looks away and walks into his office. He doesn't expect me to go in as my list of tasks I must accomplish has already been laid out for me. I walk over to my small desk which is directly in from of Mr. Galo's office. Nothing much is on it or in it. There is a company loaned computer along with pens, paper, and sticky notes. A rather stereotypical office desk. I quickly get to work knowing that if I get fired from this job I will have to roam the streets begging for food. I complete my tasks at 12:40 giving me 20 minutes until the investor meeting. I go and quickly grab some food and coffee and make my way into the meeting room. I sit in a chair which is in the corner right next to the main door entering the room. Mr. Galo walks in next not even acknowledging my presence. Following him are a group of men and women with briefcases and the smell of their routine morning cigarette. They all calmly sit down and get to work. They talk and talk about whatever nonsense these people talk about, and I blindly write down everything they are saying onto a notepad. In my head I start thinking about how each one of these people are ungrateful scum who should be licking the dirt for just enough nutrients to keep themselves alive.

"One day I will have each and every one of them bowing and begging just so that I'll keep them alive. I'll give them just enough crumbs to keep their skinny lifeless bodies alive, so that their continued suffering of starvation and poverty swallows up their whole life..."

I look up from my notepad realizing I had zoned off, and looking at me is every investor along with Mr. Galo. Their faces are full of anger and disgust. I was confused and terrified at what I had possibly done. Mr. Galo stands up and sternly says to me, "Get out right now!" I follow his command and go over and sit at my desk. Anxiety and fear shadow over me. An hour passes and all the meetings attendees leave. While they walk past me, they all have faces of disgust and fear. Mr. Galo, however, has the face of someone who wants to kick the living hell out of someone. He calls me into his office and quickly gets to it. 

"WHY IN ALL OF GODS LIVING HELL DID YOU SAY THAT? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID?"

I reply frightened, "Sir, I have no idea what I did in there. If I made some sort of noise or anything I sincerely apologize."

"Oh you made more than just a little noise. 'Just give them enough crumbs so that their suffering continues,' I mean who says something like that!"

"Sir, I would never say anything like that out loud in front of the investors."

"Well, YOU DID! I don't know what kind of sicko you are to even wish that upon anyone. I mean seriously. You are crazy. A nutjob. A psychopath. You scared half of those investors to death believing they were all going to die. You are one sick human being."

"Sir, I seriously don't remember me saying those things."

"Oh now you don't remember, huh? Well how about you remember this! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE AND OUT OF THIS BUILDING BEFORE I GET THE COPS TO DO IT FOR ME!"

In disbelief I look at him and stand there shocked. Regaining my control I walk out of the office and the whole building. I continue my walk to my apartment where I walk up to my door with a sign saying rent is due. I was out of a job and now homeless. i knew I wouldn't be able to pay off rent since I just got fired. I wanted to give up so badly. I wanted to give into the pressure and give up. I wanted to end it all right there and then.