Greetings, plebians

[John Brown]

WHO DARES TO LOOK INTO THE SOUL OF MAN?
Not I.
I am above those who do. I am the night, silent, waiting, all-consuming.
What man knoweth that I have not come? Or for that matter, what man knoweth that I am not already near?
The time is upon us. The clock has begun to tick.

Time waits for no man.

The streets of chicago were cold that night. A dark cold, that seeps into your bones. The windy city howls at our souls, uncovering who we are.
That night, I found out who I was.
With the gun in my hand and the bloody dress under my arm, knuckles wrapped in bandages, I knocked on the door. Tony's footsteps echoes in the hall. He slid the door latch to the side with a long, raspy scratch. The chord of an angel's tear. Tony was blissfully oblivious. Until I shot him in the forhead.
I left a rose on his pillow, for his wife to find. Not that she would, though. She didn't love him. Never did.
But she was the world to me.
My life.

I loved her until the day I killed her.

[fruckert]

Hey Dom/Drace/Red.

[Archem]

Uh, ok.

[John Brown]

Listen, kid: The world is a scary place, okay? But sometimes, you just gotta tough it out. Like right now. I know you think you're invincible, but you're not. And someone's gotta teach you that. And it's me, see? What? You don't think so?

Well ****.

[Archem]

...Ok, I give. What are you selling?

[John Brown]

You think I want your money? I don't need it.
Your mind is what's at stake here. Don't lose it, kid, it's all you've got. Well, that and your dog. But I tell ya, dogs won't keep you sane. Not in this world. Not in this time.
It's too late for that.
A man once said to me, "Kid, you've got your dick in a toaster." And he was right.
I learned something that day: Money isn't something you earn, make, or even get. It's something you've had all along.

[coasterkrazy]

Geez, what happened while I was gone...?

[fruckert]

I find your attempts at talking smart amusing.

[John Brown]

Nothing changes. Why does it matter?
Get out of here while you can. You've got your whole life to look forward to. I, however, don't. Baseball cards don't make for a good investment, kid. Nothing like a warm cup of joe to put that mind at east. but only for a moment. Never again.

And you were never gone. No one leaves, no one enters. The world is round, and time goes by again and again. Don't get lost in the haze.

I find your attempts at talking smart amusing.

Listen boy, I don't give a rat's *** about smart. I got the know, okay? And I see what's going on here. The sick boy told me once: Will it hurt when I die? I didn't know what to tell him. It was only later that I broke down and cried. Outside the room, of course. He can't see me weak; it would kill him before the consummation did. I told him it would be okay, knowing it was a lie. Lies run this place. We live on them, we die from them. There's nothing we can't do without, or with. Don't kid yourself, you're not smart. No one is.

[fruckert]

The fact that I keep imagining you with Johnny Depps character in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas makes this all the more better.
Thank you for bringing a smile to my face today.

[John Brown]

That's good, kid. Smile. Keep life full of laughter. Live the fun life. I wish I could join you.

But I know I can't. Too many dead, too many stone cold dead bodies on the floor, gun in hand, blood dripping from bloody knuckle that was smashed into the wall in anger, maybe fear. I can't go back.

[Bluhman]

Wrong section, silly fool. Moved to T&W.

[Dragonium]

Hello Dom/Drace/Red.

[MissingName]

Uhh.... hello?

[John Brown]

Wrong section, silly fool. Moved to T&W.

Listen: If I wanted to post here, I would have.
But that's okay. You do a good job around here. Nice work. Good to see that somebody up at the top cares for the little guy. I can't say I ever saw that.
When the sick boy asked me that Christmas if they even cared, if anyone cared... I didn't know what to tell him. Of course, I told him they did, but I never meant it. He smiled and went to bed.
I tell ya, it's a tough world. Get tougher, or get left behind.