• Looking back, I have a lot of unpleasant memories: that time I was sick for 2 weeks, the time I was kicked in the groin by a horse; but none of it compares to the worst day of my life. It was a monday, and the second I was on my feet I was wishing I hadn't got out of bed. 5:00 A.M, the terrible shriek of the alarm tore me from my dreams. I always hated waking up, sleep was my only refuge from the colony of plauge infested vermin known as "people" that I lived in. I grinded my teeth as I sat up, and mashed on the alarm clock until I found the off button. My bones grinded and cracked as I got up, which helped open my eyes a little, and I dragged my feet over to the closet. It took me an unusually long time to get dressed, I was way more tired than usual. And then of course I didn't have time to make coffee. I hadn't even gotten into my car yet and I was already looking for someone to take my anger out on.
    I did enjoy the car ride though, as I did every day. It was a red Bently, and the leather seats were of the perfect firmness. The glow of the dashboard, the feel of the pedal, everything about that car was perfect. It was the only thing besides sleeping that I actualy enjoyed. Well, that and Martha. Her body was almost as perfect as my car, but man did she play hard to get! I didn't mind though, I always liked it when they put up a fight.
    But none of that mattered that day, the grim realization of which hit me like a bullet when I pulled into the parking lot and saw that Martha's car wasn't in it's usual spot. And then this a*****e almost hit me as I was pulling into my parking space, he thought he had rights to it just because he saw it first and was closer to it. Unbeleivable. Better yet, my boss told me I had to work overtime the second I walked through the door. God how I did hate that self righteous p***k, just his voice made the muscles in my back tense up. "Hey Aaron," he said to me, "we're falling behind schedule this month, so everyone will have to work overtime this week." I paused, and forced a reply through my clenched teeth.
    "No problem." He turned and walked away without so much as a nod; I would have loved to have a hatchet right then, so I could burry it right in his twisted spine and put him out of his misery. But enough about him, the real problem was Nelson. Of all the s**t I put up with that day, Nelson topped the list. That fat slob never knew when to shut his disguisting mouth. He sat in the cubical next to mine you see, and his girly voice just went on and on about how he was gonna be rich when he was a pro bowler, and how much he loved his stupid little dog, and how beautiful his ugly wife was, all damn day. I usualy did a pretty good job of ignoring him, but that day it just wasn't working.
    I was about ready to jump over into his cubical and ring his fat neck when we finaly got our lunch break. Lord how I wished I could go to lunch without that dumb s**t coming with me, although I imagined he would be too buisy stuffing his face to talk. "Aren't you fat enough already?" I said when I saw him leaving his cubical. For a second he just looked at me with his sunken, clueless eyes, and then he let out that weird, wheezy laugh of his.
    "No, not just yet." I wished that s**t head would grow enough of a brain to realize that I wasn't kidding. Oh well, better than him making a scene. It wasn't until I sat down in one of the pathetic, low budget plastic chairs in the lunch room that I realized I didn't have a lunch. I must have thrown it at that guy that tried to take my parking space. I did remember throwing something, but until then I did not remember what; I had a tendancy to forget details like that. But God was I starving! For a moment I just sat there wondering what to do, I considered the vending machine, but I didn't have any money, and then it hit me. I looked over at Nelson shoving food into the blob that rested on his shoulders. My eyes wandered down to the mounds of food resting on the table space in front of him. My stomach growled, and every inch of me demanded that I eat that food, so I started to plan. I looked around the room, and noticed that the coffee maker had a full pot ready, so I went over there and got a cup. I looked over at Nelson as I poured the coffee.
    "Hey Nelson, I think I saw someone going into your cubical right after you left."
    "Oh God" Nelson jumped up and waddled away as fast as he could. I looked to the food again. I knew I didn't have much time, so I grabbed the biggest sandwich I could find, a B.L.T. I darted to my seat, took it out of it's plastic bag, and started eating the best tasting burger of my life. Of course mr. morals had to say something.
    "Why do you always have to be such an a*****e?" Said Gary. I just gave him a look, I wasn't about to stop eating my sandwich just because of that moron. When I got down to the last bite, I got this strange feeling that I should save it. I don't know how to explain it, but that one bite just seemed...special, somehow. So I put the last bite back in the bag and shoved it in my pocket just as Nelson was walking up. He sat down and continued eating without a word. I decided there was no reason to stay there, so I got up and started to head back. But as I was walking away I heard Nelson say, "what the, who took my B.L.T?" He sounded so shocked and desperate and pathetic that I just couldn't contain myself, I erupted with such laughter that I thought I was gonna crack a rib. In fact, I was laughing so hard the whole office was looking at me. That was the only thing that could have made me stop laughing, all those beady eyes peering at me from behind their pathetic slop. I just turned and headed back to my cubical.
    Now I was really sick of work by that time, so I just put my earphones on, pluged them in, and watched V For Vendetta on youtube. In the middle of Lewis Prothero's speach about how no one escapes their judgement, I started to get hungry again, so I got out that last bite of food. "Well sandwich, looks like this is the end of the line. It was nice knowing you" I scarfed down the last of the B.L.T. Then the floor crumbled and fell into oblivion, and the empty bag went flying from my hand as I grabed onto the doorknob. Flames came up to meet my feet, the wind wistled and howled, and the ghastly voices of the dead filled the air as I held on for dear life. I felt the fire getting hotter, but even worse I felt the wall starting to crumble. I looked around for something else to grab onto, I cried to God for help, but I knew this was the end, and it's all because I choked on that damn sandwich.