DICE
Russ wasn’t an angry man, but all humans start with a war cry to announce their arrival. On this particular day, he grabbed his dick and said fuck the world, his job, every chick that didn’t give him some, thought about the ones that did, and wondered why, feeling he deserved it. His ego ate at him, cannibalistic as a cocktail of Alzheimer and Cancer, suffering a deterioration his strong minded and spiritual elders call self inflicted.
This happened because he was fired. He accepted punishment deserving of his crimes, but this he felt wasn’t that. He hadn’t robbed, raped, created modern day slave shops or profited from creating real life walking dead-addicts and junkies prescribed debilitating recovery from their doctors. He had forgotten about all the instances and instincts that could cause a person sinning for survival to re-think their actions.
Leaving early from work when it was obvious to him, they wouldn’t get more business but managing to clock in time to get full pay. Continuous flirting with women after they flirted with him once, ignorantly becoming everyone’s work husband, so he was cheating on them all. He didn’t know of a pimp with game that strong besides Dan Bilzerian, except he wasn’t getting paid to play that much- the fall of every man living beyond their length in stamina.
He gave all his bosses attitude -well, if he could afford taking them to court, it would have been found that he was actually returning theirs, but in times of bum career advisors preaching emotional intelligence which actually means “just don’t go viral or become a meme” because the company pays for silence and obedience, except when they need to profit, and, since he was black, he figured he shouldn’t take it anymore and they should understand and not give it in the first place.
He apologized when he crossed a line or acted out of order, but as a man first, so mostly, only, after, they apologized to him. He went in late every day because working through misery where you must budget to eat is always distasteful. When Russ was hired, his contract stated employees were given a five-minute late grace period, but during shift work every second past your time is over an hour of pain and fury and he always arrived between 6 to 7 minutes late, because he liked to play devil’s advocate and gamble on Sundays. Black parents warn their children, the bad ones are just, but often mis-understood and even the good ones end up with hard times, right at the end of trying to overcome their life. As with all bets, you don’t see when your out of control, or, how fast you will lose it all.
