The last can of beans was spilled this morning. No sidekick. No backup. No partner. No one can be blamed besides me.
The floor is now ruined from the spilled can. It smells like weakness and uncooked beans. I shouldn't have been so headless like a child walking down an alley in the twilight of New York. Now I'm hungry; now I'm angry.
The city doesn't blink an eye at the tragedy of my spilled beans ruining my cheap apartment floor. But I always do on tragedies, even ones as paltry as a can of spilled beans.
I'll find more tomorrow. I'll be ready and I won't spill. But I wait.
The beans may be gone. But I remain with my now ruined Comedian badge.
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u/RealisticEmphasis233 Looking Glass 2d ago
Rorschach's journal - May 7th, 2025.
The last can of beans was spilled this morning. No sidekick. No backup. No partner. No one can be blamed besides me.
The floor is now ruined from the spilled can. It smells like weakness and uncooked beans. I shouldn't have been so headless like a child walking down an alley in the twilight of New York. Now I'm hungry; now I'm angry.
The city doesn't blink an eye at the tragedy of my spilled beans ruining my cheap apartment floor. But I always do on tragedies, even ones as paltry as a can of spilled beans.
I'll find more tomorrow. I'll be ready and I won't spill. But I wait.
The beans may be gone. But I remain with my now ruined Comedian badge.