Unemployed

At work late, my boss says to me, "You are the only person who really exists and you should be ashamed of yourself. You are the garbagebagged minority."

At work late, I say to my boss, "Thanks. Thank you."

At work late, my boss's face turns bruise-blue and I think he's choking on something but I don't remember him putting anything in his mouth so I don't know if he wants me to help him.

At work late, I ask my choking and sputtering boss if I can take two weeks off in December to visit family Up North.

At work late, my boss falls to the floor and looks like a dying idiot.

At work late, I remember something I might've read somewhere and grab a ballpoint pen and stab him in what I'm pretty sure is the trachea.

At work late, my boss's red blood mixes with blue ink.

At work late, I say to my boss, "I've opened your airways for you. Now about those two weeks."

At work late, my boss fires me with his last breath.