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Jonathan:

I was sitting here wondering what I was doing with my life. While people that talked too much and cared too little discussed our recent sales. I owned and automotive enterprise called Bradley Swanson Locomotives. It was a business my Great Grandfather started back in the 1920s. He wanted to build the car that was purely designed for the roaring 20s. "Mr. Bradley our sales are plummeting due to the lack of resources required to build our vehicles!" I head someone scream at me. I didn't bother to remember their names. "We sell to a specific market. Not a mass market." I said. " We need not to worry of such things." I then heard many people trying to our scream each other to get their two cents in. After about 5 minutes they all grew tired of the arguing and I dismissed them. I walked over to my wall of windows that covered my office floor. I stood their and watched as average people ran to their average life. It fascinated me. Seeing such a thing. I just stood their. Watching. But in my head I was running in circles. I could run a marathon with just the thoughts that ran through my mind. Seeing people ripped apart and killed in your mind takes its role. Imagine constantly killing the people you loved or just bumped into on the sidewalk killed over and over. A never ending cycle of disturbance and horror. The meds only did so much for a short amount of time. The blood that poured from their bodies, so warm and thick like a batch of warmed honey. You can almost feel it and taste it. The irony taste of warm blood as it poured out of the crevasses of your hands and into your opened mouth. The warm liquid traveling down your throat and into your stomach. You then wipe your hands on your face and scream at the top of your lungs. But not a single will see this. It's all inside your head. I shook my head to clear my mind to keep from getting engulfed in the madness. I walked over to my desk and took a seat as I poured a glass of fine scotch over ice. I knocked it back and let the burn travel through my body. Just like the blood it was warm as it went down. "Mr. Bradley someone is on the phone waiting for you." My accountant said to me from across the room. I picked up the phone and began discussing business with our partners over in Japan. A few hours later I would be going home.