Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27206683-20151113055917

Short range, decent road conditions, decent customers, you know, your average middle class neighborhood oh, lastly, a greater than average wage an overall a great job. Keep wanting to come back to the point that I LOVE MY JOB! I can’t say that enough. My job pays my bills, fills my needs, and provides me with some benefits, I mean what’s not to love. I need to tell you one last time I LOVE MY JOB!

Sorry to get back on topic I am, well, a man of opportunity I cease any opportunity to perform my hobby. What is my hobby? Nobody really boasts about my type of hobby. I would call it um, let’s see, we could call it a service or possibly even, well, a uh, a benefit.

Well people would bring up a morality about it though how does that come into play? I LOVE MY JOB! Never mind you know I think it’s fun it supplies me a rush of adrenaline. It creates a event happen throughout the city even a scavenger hunt that never turns anything up.

Anyways, the day that a mess of your body is found is the day I can’t wait for. I love my masterpieces being discovered. I love my work being displayed all over the news. It’s like a bonus to I give myself. With a mess of confusing evidence that leaves the best of investigators so confused on your demise. With you being covered in a mess of blood making them come up with hundreds of different theories on your final moments. Theorist love my work, thinking a high government agent whacked. Yet they never think of the lowly pizza shop delivery worker was the culprit. Wait didn’t you just order a pizza? Always remember to do what you love! Just like me. Learn to love your Job!  