The job should have been YOURS, then you could have paid the rent... You would have had a chance to survive in this perfect town. But you didn't, and you couldn't help being the ‘freak' that people thought you were.They stared at you; you were the loner that no one liked, and you were angry. You walked the streets, jobless but free, but were you really born to be everyone's doormat? Didn't you deserve a chance too?You hated people ¬- ‘Parasites,' you called them. ‘Fake,' you called them. They were all pretending at life you said.People stared at you - you couldn't help the way you looked - the way you sounded. People annoyed you and made you angry. Then you found a way of dealing with THEM.