A month before the hole.
1st of May. Mike was thinking a little to much.
There is a novel I've been reading.
Even though I have readed a lot in my life, this is the first one that got me thinking.
Is it bad to be a villain?
I mean...
Really!!!
Is it.
Because if you look at it , most of the time they are having fun.
Most of them are rich, so technically they are doing those wicked things just to past time.
I mean really, have you seen a poor villain.
Yes!
There are poor villain's in the world, but you see them in as school bullies or low life thugs.
But the big and main villain's are mighty rich.
Ok... You see the point.
I tend to get lost in my mind. They does talk to much.
I mean really, would it hurt them to let me do what I was going to do. But it's fine, when it's dark they does help... sometimes.
But back to the point, is it bad to be a villain.
If you ask me, my answer would be ' No'
But then again no one asked me....oooh ..wait ...I did.
Ok!!! Back to reality. In this big ass building for a job interview.
"Mike Willow" called a Lady.
"Here" answered Mike
It's my turn now.
' You know if it was up to me I wouldn't even be in this interview, having to talk to this smelly old guy, that is smelling from half across the room talk to me.' thought Mike.
' Even I, a poor person knows what a shower is. If it was in his house it would've been fine.
But come on, the man's at work meeting other people.
Do his friends not tell him about the smell, does he even have friends.
I guess not, well not real friends at least.
The one's around him are probably ass suckers and by ass suckers, I mean the type that would do anything to get on the good side of their boss, even if they are a manger and not the real boss of the company.
'stop talking like you got any friends'
'That's nice coming from you' replied Mike, waiting for the old man to finish reviewing his resume. 'And I do have friends'.
'Ah you mean those two stray cats you took to your apartment yesterday '.
'Ha ha ha...Yes' replied Mike. 'And they ah not just my friends they have become my family. Ok, shut up now the smelly old man is about to talk'.
"Ok. Hi, Mr. Mike... Willow. Mike Willow, is that your name" asked the old man.
'OMG... This dumb fucker, does he see another name on the piece of paper '. Thought Mike as he looked at the old man expressionless. "Yes, that is my name".
"Ok. Mr. Willow , my name is George Olive and I'll be the one to interview you. Now I'm going to ask you some common questions and other things. By tomorrow you would get an email saying whether you were accepted or not". Said the old sme.... No, Mr. Olive.
"Ok" , replied Mike as the interview begin.
....
Two hours passed as Mike walked out the building not really caring if he pass or not .
He went to the pet shop to get food and all the other things for his pet's...no his family.
When he was done he only had enough money for the next three months.