Generation X -
Its my 31st year in exisitence. Im pretty young for a hitman with as much exerience as myself but when I graduated I didnt feel like working at some call centre or at the steal plant so I took a job as a bartender that was actually a money laundering outfit. One day my boss asked me if I wanted to make some extra$ and well the rest is history.
What Ive come to realize that there is this strange thing that happens to people at this age. I think its when we realize or own Mortality. Ive seen death up close and heard so many beg and pray for god that I guess I really dont notice anymore. Its pretty standard in my line of work. Just the other day I had to take out these three bikers trying to muscle in on my boss' turf. I decided it best to look messy so that the police would expect rival bikers. It was pretty standard, shotgun, pilers, thumb tacks and rubber bands. Well I dont have to go into the details its pretty obvious.
Well as I was walking back to my car I got this thought in my head. Do you really want to be doing this in 20 yeas from now? Man the depression hit me like a wave of sound. Those sad hairy bastards I just wacked probably never thought that when they took their jobs that it may end up this way. I have no fear of anyone getting to me as Im too good...in fact Im the best. But being the best at somthing still doenst really make the job any better, you think the world's best crack whore loves her work?
So here is my dilema. I need to find a job, a real shift in my career. Ive had enough of the contract killing gig. I think Im gonna go crazy if Im shooting people in the face in a year from now. I know its gonna be tough and Im sure at times I will just want to take on a ninja in a knife fight or take out a small columbian drug cartel. There will be things I miss. No doubt about it.
So the next step in my plan is to figure out what I want to do. I thought alot about it on that drive back from the river after ditichig the guns (I kept the rubber bands). As hard as it is to beleieve I dont know what it is i want to do. Im not happy and I dont know what will. So In a moment of weekness I picked up the telephone book and made a call to a career counsellor. I meet next tuesday. Im not sure If I should go.
So here I am a memeber of generation X-. The disenfranchiesed. The wandering lost in this anything but simple expereince we call life. Man Im falling apart. I need a drink.
What Ive come to realize that there is this strange thing that happens to people at this age. I think its when we realize or own Mortality. Ive seen death up close and heard so many beg and pray for god that I guess I really dont notice anymore. Its pretty standard in my line of work. Just the other day I had to take out these three bikers trying to muscle in on my boss' turf. I decided it best to look messy so that the police would expect rival bikers. It was pretty standard, shotgun, pilers, thumb tacks and rubber bands. Well I dont have to go into the details its pretty obvious.
Well as I was walking back to my car I got this thought in my head. Do you really want to be doing this in 20 yeas from now? Man the depression hit me like a wave of sound. Those sad hairy bastards I just wacked probably never thought that when they took their jobs that it may end up this way. I have no fear of anyone getting to me as Im too good...in fact Im the best. But being the best at somthing still doenst really make the job any better, you think the world's best crack whore loves her work?
So here is my dilema. I need to find a job, a real shift in my career. Ive had enough of the contract killing gig. I think Im gonna go crazy if Im shooting people in the face in a year from now. I know its gonna be tough and Im sure at times I will just want to take on a ninja in a knife fight or take out a small columbian drug cartel. There will be things I miss. No doubt about it.
So the next step in my plan is to figure out what I want to do. I thought alot about it on that drive back from the river after ditichig the guns (I kept the rubber bands). As hard as it is to beleieve I dont know what it is i want to do. Im not happy and I dont know what will. So In a moment of weekness I picked up the telephone book and made a call to a career counsellor. I meet next tuesday. Im not sure If I should go.
So here I am a memeber of generation X-. The disenfranchiesed. The wandering lost in this anything but simple expereince we call life. Man Im falling apart. I need a drink.
posted by Slowglue at 10:00 AM
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