Philip Dent

Philip DentMy lifetime belonged to
Christian Deegan.
I gave his bank my time,
eleven, twelve,
thirteen hours every
day, six days a
week. And on Sundays, I
went to his church
and heard to his minister,
the Reverend
Sheaffer, tell me how my
toil would get
me into heaven. But
all I saw from
that work was a dingy
apartment and
a dingy life. I spent
all of my days
enriching his accounts
and flattering
his vanity. I had
no time left to
build my own life. Which is
why I chose the
front of his office to
shoot myself in
the head. Hopefully, I
got a few drops
of blood on his handmade
Italian shoes.

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