The Nothing Man
I am perennially flawed. Imperfect at every edge. Jagged in all the wrong places. Bent, bruised and battered but never broken beyond repair. I can be petty, beyond spiteful on even the best of days. I’m better at holding grudges than underpaid nine to fives. I value money enough to crumble it up and throw it at overpaid strippers on stage. But the jokes on her because the dollars descending as we speak.