I was running. Running away from my sins. They were haunting me. I just wish this would end. I faked a right and then turned left down the dark alley. Taking a shockingly deep breath i was awakened by my oh so very generous alarm clock. Today was the day I started my new job as an accountant for Bank of America. It took me forever to get it though because I had to change my identity. Before this process I was known as Sam Jefferson. Now my name is Stan. I really like that name. As a matter of fact, i've wanted that name since i was young. But the reasoning behind it was unforgettable.
It was a very hot and long day at Sally's burgers where I worked and i just wanted a quick break. I was sweating from head to toe with exhaustion writing all over my face. My manager, a 300 pound sloppy man would not stop bugging me. So as i was in the back of the store thinking of a plan one popped up and i just knew i had to take the chance. I directed my manager to the back for some "assistance" and took the sizzling spoon i had waiting there for him and slapped him straight across his face. It was a nasty scene. You should've seen the way his skin was peeling off of his face. I just craved the violence. After striking him about nine more times i made a run for it. Making it to the camera's to pull the tapes i jumped in the car and started my journey home with the air conditioner on blast laughing to myself on what and accomplishment i made.
That was the day I knew i had to start over before the cops found my identity. When i changed my name i became the happiest man alive. Stan fit me so well. I would have to do better this time so that i won't have to switch again. I have to keep this name. Maybe i can join some type of anger management program or something.
