[Warning: language]
I clutched my head and yanked at my hair in frustration before spreading a pile of papers on to the floor with a backhand slap, "It all sucks!" I cried none too quietly. "All of it, fucking useless!"
Grumbling about the misjustices, I grabbed the umpteenth number beer can, which ever wasn't empty yet and the coldest of the motley crew sitting before me and crushed it while emptying its contents down my gullet.
"Well, I wouldn't say all of us are useless." a quiet, confident vice rasped. I looked up, quite certain I was alone in my despair and that I had not invited any strangers in to my house. A man dressed all in black including an impressive black cloak sat before me. Ok so it wasn't all that impressive and in fact was rather ratty and soiled, but it was impressive to me and that was all that mattered.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, surprised but still not above cynism at the moment.
"I am your alter ego. Or at least the one your using at the moment." I thought I detected a smile hiding some place behind the cloth of his shadowy garb.
"Great. Fucking great, now I'm losing it." I said and put a palm to my face while laughing in frustration.
"You could learn a few lessons from me. The first one being not using that word as much." he stated, his words gentlely riding the breeze like smoke rising from the table.
"Bah. I'm drinking and seeing things. I can say 'fuck' as much and as loud as I want." I crossed my arms, my point being made.
"Yes, but too loud and you will wake your folks." we both looked up as if by automatic instinct.
"Bah. They are probably awake from my first bouts of anger already." I lifted the can to finish my current drink.
Before I could lift my eyes from the silver can, he was gone. But not gone from the room. I jumped as he gave me a short pat on the back, "Stop drinking, find something to do and get out of here and work as much as possible. You'll get it back." he poked at the pile of papers I had all over the place.
"So just how did you get in here anyways?" I asked.
"Why, I broke in of course. How else do master thieves enter?" he flashed the same possible-grin-that-could-be-denied-as-not-a-grin and climbed part of the wall to exit through a window I would have sword was impossible to leave through. I saw just the glimpse of the head of a cloaked figure disappearing into the rain and shadows of the midnight atmosphere before he was gone, leaving behind me with the mess on the floor and a trail of muddy foot prints I had to mop up.
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