Human (Sunday Scribblings)

What? Not again? That's the 4th time this year. They're killing us. How did they get in? Drove through the overhead door? Damn. How much did they get? Them Sonsofbitches. All the jackets and the sewing machines. Insurance? No, they canceled us after the last burglary. We're screwed. How much? $30,000 to replace the jackets and the equipment? We'll have to use the house. Yes, we need the money or were out of business. I know it's our home but if we don't have a business we'll lose the home anyway. I'll call the bank. You go ahead and order the new machines and the jackets. And by the way I'm going to order that pistol, you know the one I looked at before, The 9MM automatic. Hell yes I can shoot. I qualified with a 45 in the service. If you can hit anything with that gun you can shoot any of em. Yes, I'll be careful. Hey what's all the police action on the freeway? Dead? Ran over by a semi? Good, I hope it's the Bastard that robbed us. Serve him right. Bitter, your damn rights I'm bitter. I'd like to kill those A-holes that robbed us. I'm going to wait her at night and take care of this once and for all. The Law? Our Law? The dumb asses that haven't caught anyone for the last three burglaries? Your Kidding? right? Human? What do you mean, I'm not human anymore? Shoot a kid over graffiti? I wouldn't do that. Would I? Compassion? For the dead guy? His family? Oh my God, you're right. I never even thought of his family. That's bad. Wow. I am bitter. I have no compassion, I am turning into something not human. Your right. I won't order the gun. No I don't want to kill some poor kid over a little graffiti. I think I'll have a talk with God. Maybe he can help me become human again.