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Sam

Every one has a purpose. Is what I tell my self every morning,  that way I somewhat believe the horse shit that just came out of my mouth. But deep down I honestly think. Why am I here? Why is anybody ? Are we just here to reproduce and that's it, just and endless void or are we in a simulation created beings not of this world , but created the universe to hit the singularity. Even if that's true I have already failed at my only true purpose in this world, a 25 year old virgin who has boobs bigger than most pornstars. It's seems like I was a glitch in the system , but still why did I get stuck here? I had dreams like every else. But no, the universe says "fuck you, and get these papers in Friday or your fired ".

But here I am, wasting my life away in a 6 x 6 cubicle, and the smell of drywall coming off the walls painted with a nasty booger color, is this what hell is like because I'm already dead.

"Sam" my boss said angrily

"Yes sir "I said in a sarcastic tone

"Where are those papers I asked for from Monday"

I pretend I didn't hear him and maybe he'll go away,  but the son of a bitch doesn't, he has no idea what I'm capable of, I could come back the next day with an AR-15 and put a bullet right between his eyes. He should be afraid,  very afraid.

But he keeps talking, I can only dream of that day.

"Are you listening to me you son of a bitch, do want to keep this job "

I zoned out, couldn't really tell you what he said next .

I couldn't wait till I got home so I can do my favorite thing and no it's not masturbating, it's the only thing that actually makes me forget my shitty life. And that's sitting down with a bucket of popcorn and enjoying other people's live because they're way better than my own. Movies and I had my favorites like Fight Club and A little bit of Inception, but I loved them all.

I get up from my cubical or aka prison and walk 10 feet near the closest elevator. I get to the bottom floor where my car waits-the door opens. All I spot in my vision is one light in the whole parking garage , gives off a horror vibe to the atmosphere. This would the perfect scene for murder or robbing in a action, only if that where true.

Looks like every one left before me. My car is the only one left in the whole building, even the janitor left before I did.

I walk to my car and key open the door and squeeze into the front seat, then I start the ignition. Anxious to get home and watch A nice movie.