Preface

Hit-man for Hire.


Preface
Some people are good at their jobs. I am fucking excellent at mine. Where I come from life is not worth much. The people I kill really do not matter. Sure their family will miss them. But that is just temporary. Life is temporary. Life will go on. If I killed a baker, what would be affected ? His bakery ? Yeah, but the truth is I can buy my bagels from some other bakery. Someone else can make the apple pie I desire. It doesn’t fucking matter. This is my justification for killing.

Stanley

Stanley is an interesting character. He hails by the way of Atlanta. Let me tell you a couple of things about him. Stanley is scared. Scared of many things. All is not so simple with him. His life is not perfect. No one's is. Does Stanley blame where he is now because his life was not perfect ? Yes he does. Stanley came from a middle-class family. All of his youthful years were spent on chasing women, driving fast cars, and dealing with his parents. You the reader need to know this because Stanley is a central character to this story. You see it was Stanley's grand vision that led to this day. Stanley is the reason why I am still alive. Stanley was the brains, the beauty, and even the fucking dynamite.

"Oh hell, just burn the son of a bitch and throw him in the river, that man is a sorry excuse for life, he will not go to heaven, he will not go to hell, he will just rot, rot for what he did to us, to everyone, he will no longer scrounge the earth with his soul."

Stanley '05 Outside a restaurant in Bangkok.