Life was a bitch, and then you died. That had been his motto for several years now, and he could not see any reason for abandoning it. He was two payments behind on the car, Bell Canada was threatening to disconnect his phone, his wife had left last year, he was trapped in a deadend job without a future; he was $1500 overdrawn at the bank, and his transmission had gone clunk on the way to work that morning. Life was truly a bitch, and
then you died.He slouched in the easy chair, and tried to relax. He picked up the newspaper that was lying beside the chair and started to scan the headlines. “Major Oil Spill Threatens Coast!” “Stockbroker Convicted of Insider Trading!” “Drug Epidemic Sweeps Through Nation!” “Bad Crack Kills 19” “Pay Equity Snarls Courts!” “Abortion Issue Back on Hotseat!” None of the headlines did their job and induced him to read further. Instead, he realized that he was regarding them with a strange sort of apathy; almost as if he had a numbness to them. Have I gotten cynical and heartless? he asked himself. What type of person have I become?
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