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A Sad Tale
They found this note later: I am a loser. Everything I do turns to shit. God knows I tried, but if you ain’t got it, you ain’t got it. Good-bye cruel world. He had left it unsigned.
He left the note on his desk, drank a pint of beer, smoked a cigarette and did not even lock the door behind him. He felt strangely relaxed for the first time in years. Since he was a child, in fact. It was after midnight and it was pitch black outside. It surprised him that the main road was so quiet, but his mind was made and he shrugged. I can wait, he said to himself. Then in the distance he saw a light approaching. He took a deep breath. My last one, he told himself. The light was now near enough. A quick mental calculation told him when to jump. Perhaps he was always bad at mental arithmetic, but the cyclist was caught unawares, he was obviously not expecting any pedestrian on the road at this time of night. He swerved and avoided a full on collision, but caught the fellow in the leg. It was only a bruise.
