John was the master of his universe. He controlled his schedule. He would sometimes miss meetings just to show the others there who was really important.
He came and went as he pleased, and everyone had to react to his timeline, or he would ignore them out of existence. Most people couldn’t handle being treated like that, but John didn’t care. It was all about him damn it.
At least that’s what he told himself as he downed the rest of the bottle. As he staggered down the street, he wondered how much he could hock his AA pin for.
I stare into the monster’s eyes and wonder how it has come to this. I try to be a good person most of the time. I help old ladies across the street sometimes. I give to charity at the checkout of the grocery store. These things are supposed to help with karma, at least that’s what I believed.
Sure I had my bad times. We all have those. Still, I thought I was a net positive in the karma bank, but here I was, face to face with the monster, knowing there was no escape.