Let’s make something very clear before this starts, I am not a good person. From time to time, I’ve done good things, and every now and then I have good thoughts, but I am not a good person. In a world like this, it doesn’t serve anyone well to be a good person. Good people get their asses handed to them…repeatedly. I, well, I just simply don’t have the time to get my ass handed to me. To be perfectly frank, I’ve got shit to do. And I don’t have time to waste. So, if you’ve got a problem with that, this is your exit. If not, strap in.
Fiction: Bad People (108 words)