IRC-Galleria

Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

Working the evening shift in a grocery store, can't think of anything more boring. Everything is already done. I'm basically looking for tipped over cans to pick back up, so it's no wonder my thoughts are all over the place.

They said I'm not what they're looking for, but can I trust them? People lie, especially the ones who want you to kill for them. You don't get turned down from a job as a hitman and live to tell about it, at least not without a really good reason ... was this a test?

It was time to make another patrol for tipped over cans, maybe one of them will be broken this time.