Drip, drip, drip the medicine poured into my wrinkled arm that showed the marks of Father Time one drip at a time. "Mr. Roberts before I leave I left you dinner". "That's what I pay you for Gloria"! "Happy Birthday Mr.Roberts" Gloria said quietly like a mouse and quickly left. "Hey Google". "Record everything from now on". "Yes Mr. Roberts".
Hours have passed since the encounter with Gloria, I haven't moved. I'm no couch potato I'm just to week. How did this happen where did the time go? I use to be a kid playing little league football. That's where I found my best friend Eric.
"Hey Google" call Eric. "Calling Eric" the phone rang downstairs" maybe that's him I thought happily. The fear of dying alone started to subside when I heard the call.
I got up thinking not yet, let me say I'm sorry to him. And then I heard the call redirected to voicemail I was calling myself feeling defeated. As I sat back down the realization can to me I'm all alone. All alone. My stomach started to grumble. Now where's that food at. I tried to get up and fell, God Damn my legs fell asleep.
As I looked up at a painting on my wall of the universe, with tears streaming down my eyes I knew my legs didn't fall asleep my condition has worsened. Soon I'm going to be at deaths cold doors. To answer for my sins. Were I go I won't be resting in peace. Karma has finally come for me, so let me finish the story about me.
When you go to highs school they tell you the next step is college they damn near force it upon you. Forget the money it will improve your chance in the work force. I thought I was different then the sheep that are my classmates. Wrong I went to Harvard to be a lawyer. I went to college like all the other sheep but I didn't have my shepherds anymore. I left college a lawyer in massive debt and some good experience.
When I entered the workforce you find out automatically your not special. That top notch college I went to 3 other people went there in our firm. We had to much employees and not enough work. Perfection is the key to not getting unemployed. That was my boss Mrs. Smiths quote. But Mrs. Smith trusted me with 3 cases to get done.
She saw that I was really eager but I wasn't going to get paid it was going to be a trial run. The first one I was putting away a father who hasn't paid child support. Easy, the second a dog fighting ring Easy. Then I met the ex cop David Zigerman. David sold drugs to kids, stole money from the police, and killed 2 officers while trying to run away. They said David was an good interrogator.
I met David in Rikers I was trying to get him to confess to make my job easier. He was smoking a cigarette in the corner. Hy my name is Zi... sit down newbie. He quickly put out the cigarette and was now in the light, so I could se him. I sat my hands dripping with sweat, I already lost controlling the interrogation. David told his lawyer to leave. And he began to demoralize my soul for $1,000,000. At the trial he left not guilty....easy.
I was fired from my job but soon found work for big time clients that paid me to make their case not guilty. But I was smart I had dinner with my best friend Eric and said hey we should create a restaurant together. Of course he said yes, he always wanted to be a chef. I just put all the paperwork in his name and washed my money through our company. We did really good. I was even able to buy this mansion I'm living in and he moved next to me.
But greed called my name again. I was asked by one of my old clients if I would smuggle drugs across the border. They would pay the liability cost, if something happens they would increase our percentage by 10%. My cut was 70%-30%. I had 30% I usually walked away with 5 million a month with this deal because Eric never knew I was corrupt or into drugs. He thought I was still me.
Then one day one of our trucks where caught by the FBI. They said they've been watching Eric for a long time. That he's been moving drugs across the country. All he did was look at me in shock. I testified against him and put him away for 50 years. He never told on me.
Today he's getting out. I just want to tell him I'm sorry, that once you get a taste for money that's the only food you want. I was greedy but I shouldn't have put him in it. I should've been a man.I lie to myself everyday saying if I had a second chance I would do it differently. Maybe in a perfect world. I just want to talk to him before I die. "Hey Google send this to Eric". "Sending, Sending, error code: 3937249, your number is blocked". I closed my eyes no more tears this is the death I deserve.
