He stood in the deserted alley, contemplating the heavens. People tend to ignore the sky during the day, and instead focus their attention on the clouds. But he was different. He smiled to the skies, and they smiled back to him. The universe was opening up again.
His thoughts lingered on the vague philosophies of good and bad. Even if both are completely relative, from the laws of Karma, if someone hurts you, that person should be hurt in an equal amount by somebody - or something - else. However, he wished to hold the katana in his hands once again, to make those people pay dearly for what they did.
The words of his friend echoed though his brain, and he dropped those insane thoughts. "She'll get payback for what she did. I wish it was I who gave it to her though."
Women are mysterious creatures. They use men, use them again and again, and finally dump them. And on top of that, they have the guts to claim that men are wildly insane and unemotional creatures, driven only by the will to procreate. He lit a cigarette, and for the first time in his life, he was thankful that the world was full of dicks who were endlessly using women and dumping them. At least, somebody was making them pay for everything. Even if the sword was not in his hands, he knew that somewhere out there, there were men extracting revenge for him. He caught himself smiling at the irony - the men he had always hated were now his only hope.
Finally, everybody has a purpose in life.
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