We meet at the corner of 40th and 8th.
I am buying a bagel—you are selling heroin.
Heroin is cheap.
It’s an evil that’s easy to get into.
Without me, you would have no one to sell it to.
I need it to feel good, to feel like me.
You would be nothing without me.
You are addicted to heroin like I’m addicted to feeling good.
I am a sinner, a sinner who knows God and is conscious of his sinfulness.
Is this what makes me evil?
To quote Montaigne:
There is scarcely a man clever enough
to know all the evil he does.
About the Creator
John Welford
John was a retired librarian, having spent most of his career in academic and industrial libraries.
He wrote on a number of subjects and also wrote stories as a member of the "Hinckley Scribblers".
Unfortunately John died in early July.
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