A memory

This has been a renewal day. I was a person who people would confess their past too. Their dark and inward secrets about sex, murder, drugs, etc. In high school as a maintenance worker, a fellow person spoke about murdering a drug dealer and in prison murdering a prisoner. The next week a girl told me about her loss of virginity to a Christian guy. Weird that I am writing about other people’s sins or misdeeds. My freshman year in college, I met an ex-drug dealer turned pastor who had made 32 million and murdered an undercover informer in Chicago in the 1970s. That stuff happened till I gave up talking to people. Meaning I tired of hearing about their misdeeds and their conscience cleansing and my desire for what I do not know that was a few years ago. Today in the bookstore, I meet someone that was unique enough that I listened to his cry for justice slash his confession. I am writing this because few if anyone reads me and as a pirate I can just say this is a fictional tale and who can say or who cares. Meaning when I asked for help, there was none. When I claimed and saw evil, there was no protector. His story, however cruel, was interesting something that made me listen more than normal. His claim was something like out of a book I had just read so I do not know if he has seen me perusing a book that few would read and even fewer would know or care about the characters in it or the significance of what the tale meant for time and travel and history. But this guy his grey silver eyes matched something and when my kid was watching Frozen at the counter I listened to an awkward confession of something I have suspected a long time ago. Evil finds evil to tell evil because they seem to want to gloat. Scary why this should be the night to be turned from a good back to evil meaning evil is now good I know that. The world has changed I know that but why me. I mean I have yet to do what I know I should or could or would lack of energy or maybe the lack of evilness in me. Clever someone to tell me something that I knew and was evil but did not do this for that but his tale about something was disturbing to a point that I am dreaming again. Something I dislike to do. Scary how people are evil are lonely or not smart or stupid to a point you wonder how they tie their shoes. Those that are evil get away with it and live with money power family for a long time I suppose they are smart or they are not lonely or I do not.