An Insight

Roman

I stare into the quiet night as I maul over the problems that I've been encountering lately.

Two of my warehouses were burned down, and an anonymous call was made to the police.

I sigh as I rub my temple.

I stare into the city below, lights are illuminating the beauty of New York. I love the quiet, I've always been a child who was alone and didn't need drama and issues.

I remember when I was 7 years old, my father got angry because I wouldn't push a kid back that pushed me. He called me a weakling, a disappointment, and other terrible names.

Tried as I might, but it hurt, and I guess that made me rebel against him. Doing everything he didn't like to piss him off, and I like that.

I like the idea of him sitting at night, pissing himself over where I'm at and what I'm doing.

I'm no fool, I know what my father was involved with, but that didn't matter to me. It became my concern when my mother was killed, I was still little when it happened.

I remember walking into the room and see