The Cynic

I remember the dark lighting in the coffee shop, that over powered the Arizona shine I knew. A computer screen light in front me lighting up my face as my body was black.

I remember the bitter taste of my heart as I drank the usual. A red eye, describing my eyes as I was consumed with cynicism.

I remember judging the hypocrite as I was the same. Looking at the world, judging the good in it, as I was doing evil.

But most of all I remember the human condition that I despised. Greed, but he was a friend of mine.