"A Drop in The Bucket"
The city streets of Downtown Pittsburg, surrounded by so many faces it seems almost unreal. Every five steps is a different person, walking, waiting, standing, sitting, argueing with their counterpart. Like I said, unreal. Almost everyface tells a different story, Buisness men walk in groups quietly chattering amongst themselves, overworked office women takeing long strides in their high heels, bums on every corner hastely going from person to person asking for spare-change. All seemingly coming together to form, from what I can see, Corporate America... greeeeaaat. But, the one question from seeing all of this arrises. Do I really, really, want to be part of this great economical figure? To be part of the machine that feeds to the Government the funds needed to fuel a war!? Damn,... Hell yeah I do! I want my peice of that so called monitary pie! If becoming a success in the eyes of my peers and subordinates you better belive that all my morals and beliefs in what I feal is just, will be thrown right out the door! (Just like I have been, so many times!) :P BUT, but, hehe theirs always a but, BUT, not just yet, heh heh heh their is still plenty of time till that day will come. Besides, I just got here! Better recongnize that I'm not going down without a fight... Mischief is my middle fucking name! Hehehehheheheh...... hehehe... hehehe....hehe!