the fact that not liking competition makes me feel so brutally maladjusted to this world REALLY says something about how awful everything is. i want to just BE……..i don’t need anything else……i need no recognition, no success, nothing. i just want to live without other people/my own voice that has been massively influenced by others to pressure me into thinking that simply being alive and loving isn’t enough
I’m at an Italian restaurant now. They’re a local chain and my dad did good work for the founder. I told them my name and I got a private booth with a bottle of Sicilian wine “complements of the family”.
I was met by the owner and I said I was graduating law school soon. He patted me on the back and said “we might have some work for you”
What is this
You’re about to become a consigliere for The Godfather.
These words are going to be typed out by a court reporter some day.
Hardly. This isn’t the 50s
Duhnuhnuh MOB LAWYER!
I agree with Rynn! You are being groomed to serve The Family.
They gave me a basket of cheesy bread without promoting and I don’t even have to breathe and the servers ask if I’m happy.
Let me reiterate. My dad is a doctor. He treated the wife of the founder and she responded very well. He’s a doctor. Nothing more.
A mob doctor. He fixes up gunshot wounds
He’s a Neurologist!
Gunshot wounds to the nerves
Looks like this post is gonna be evidence for a future legal case
A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.
Serial Killer: metaphorically, if you were to kill someone, how would you do it?
Writer: Air shot between the toes, it’ll look like a heart attack.
Serial Killer who is obviously in love already: *sucks in a breath* ok
Writer: how long would it take to die if you were to potentially stab someone in the guts
Serial killer: anywhere from 2 to 30 minutes
Writer, already bringing a ring out: *shaking* thanks
A++ addition
Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene they’re writing* babe, i’m not sure if this would actually work?
Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood coming off them* it works baby, you’re doing great