Morals

I sit here and I wonder about myself. I wonder what it is that’s keeping me from getting up off of this fold up chair and walking into the other room down a flight of stairs and into the kitchen looking for that knife, you know the one, that big stainless steel number. What’s keeping me from taking what I want and leaving everyone else behind? I would be happier, I would have less to worry about, alone isn’t so bad considering the alternative.