My Own Version of The Count of Monte Cristo
Would it really have killed her to write me that letter of recommendation? And let's not even go into all the connections I know you've made and I didn't even ask about that, just a letter. I know you don't owe me anything, so it's ok. I don't wish you any ill will, and you're not even on my list, you haven't done anything to stop me, but you sure didn't do anything to help either.
And even though, unlike Jim Caviezel I wasn't sent to jail I have a list as well.
I plan on leaving this city. It sucks here. Crime is not as high as it used to be but still high nonetheless. People are mean, and the mayor wants to tax the hell out of everything. I think I read in the paper the other day that he wants to tax people for breathing.
Taxing the air? I wouldn't put it past him. I get to complain, I didn't vote for him.
So I'm going to leave. And while I'm away I'm going to become rich. And then I'll come back and if some of these people are still alive or even here at this place that is if this place hasn't been brought and sold ten times already, I'll come back and exact my plot like the Count of Monte Cristo.
But hopefully, I'll be too rich to give a damn by then.