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A Dose of Reality

  • Duncan
  • Nov 15, 2017
  • 1 min read

Ronin thinks I'm an idiot. I can see it in his eyes. There is a tremendous amount of disdain in them each time he speaks to me and at times it makes me nauseous. I'm no fool. I am intelligent, resourceful. I've been playing him since the day I offered to run a few errands for him and he is still none the wiser. It's always 'Duncan, do this...Duncan, do that.' 'Duncan, go handle literally everything ever!' I swear, it's as if he can't do anything for himself. If he were left to handle half the things he has me do, his little world would just crumble to bits. I'm not bitter though. It's good money, especially when I weigh the amount I've been able to skim off the top without him noticing.

My father, rest his soul, always told me that the only way to make money when you're poor is to steal it. "The rich like to remain rich and in order to do that, they need to keep the rest of us poor," he'd say. I tried to prove him wrong, work a legitimate job and save. Turns out though, good old dad was right. Judge me if you must. No skin off my back. Here's to you and here's to dad. And here's to Ronin. May he remain so full of shit that he can't smell what he's stepped in.

 
 
 

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