Good Guys

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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Kind of odd, isn't it? I'm waiting for my chance to kill a complete stranger, and to kill him in an ugly and gruesome way, so I fill in the time by checking out local architecture and museums. How did I become this person? Well, put that way, it was simple: Some son of a bitch had destroyed my life, and he just didn't give a shit. To him, I'd been another chance to climb a ladder, add zeroes to his bank account, have more people calling him sir. To him, that's what mattered. Maybe there really is no satisfaction in revenge, but I can tell you one thing for sure: There's no satisfaction in letting someone get away with ruining your life, either.

And the Museum of Science and Industry is as good as the hype, so there's that.

Good Guys