I'm gonna kill someone. Not now, probably not soon. I'm not even mad. But someday, without a good reason, I'm going to kill someone. Maybe it'll be that old guy in the park who leers at me every day when I go by. Not that it bothers me —it's kind of flattering. But who's he kidding? I'm not good looking. My nose is too big. I'm overweight —fat, actually. I wear dumpy clothes. He deserves to die...
"The Simple Vengeance,"
Sketch: Vol. 47
, Article 7.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol47/iss2/7