Words of derision poured from him as sweat, unconsciously pushed out from his pores and making the room stink as they mixed with the rest of his filth. He couldn’t help it, or so I was supposed to believe. He’s an old man, set in stupid ways, so it is stupid to even consider change. It was all probably true, but I wanted to throw his foul ass in a shower, or better yet, wash him down with a fire hose.
I’m not really that great of a man, though I think I try. I try not to be a miserable fuck, but I can’t claim to be terribly successful there, and that’s one area of life I put effort into. Being responsible, industrious and all those other things that the good citizens of this earth concern themselves with have rarely meant much to me, so don’t expect much there. I promise not to scream too much when you throw my slacker ass in the ambition shower, but I’m probably lying. Ta ta!
