Dreaming Rain

 Of Frank Miller, there was one thing I was absolutely certain. He was dead. I'd stood over him myself and watched impassively as the last few seconds of his life disappeared. He wasn't the first, and he would definitely not be the last person I'd kill. It was a job. I clocked in same as any other coffee addict office lackey, just more unusual hours. Better pay. I was almost at a place in my life where I could give up my life of crime and retire to some small island. 

So then tell me why, as I stand at this proverbial crossroads in my life that I see Mr. Miller's face posted on the goddamned sign! Well, not the sign. More like the corner of 5th and Acre Street, right by a seedy electronics store. Frank wasn't just smiling, laughing, he was running for mayor! They would demand a refund, of that I knew. I could hear them now, "What do you mean, he didn't stay dead? That's not called killing you idiot, that's the equivalent of tax collection."
Other than totally decimating my street cred, I had to kill a man I've killed before. How messed up is that?

 Hm, an interesting question. I would probably make it so that on certain days, the sky would be green. A clear emerald sort of green, and plant leaves and all that would be sky blue. It'd be really beautiful if that happened.

La! What else to do but laugh?
My life has reached the point where murphy's law comes into effect. Ok, ready? So I lost my world history book...$45
People thinking you're poor, and buying a 'cast' shirt from the school play for you... $15
Getting another phone bill and finding out that not all the calls you made to another country were on the last one... $40
Talking to a fish in spanish....priceless.

For some things, money can't buy. Damnit.

Haha, but what can ya do right? I'll just be workin' extra hard this week is all!
*hums the cinderella song*