Too Much Perfection?

Years ago, right out of High School, I worked in sales for a small company. The owner of the company was a wirey little 'possum looking man that was nothing short of a misogynistic asshole. That that's putting it politely.

My time working there was not a pleasant experience. The place was disgusting and he was a belligerent prick on a continual basis. He had been divorced numerous times and his hate for women ran so deep he began dating men. Which is fine and dandy, but the reasoning behind it was so bizarre I just couldn't wrap my head around it.

Oh, and the calls to bail him out of jail were frequent at the office. In other words, the guy was a real class act, if you haven't figured it out by now.

Finally, after taking all I could I threw my key at him and quit. It was one of the best things I've ever done.

Then about a week ago, when the police apparently went to his home because of a complaint. While there, they supposedly found child pornography displayed on his computer. They confiscated two computers for further investigation.

Fast forward to yesterday, apparently the police returned to his home. It was then that he refused to be taken into custody. He went to his back porch, sat down, and put a bullet in his brain.

The world is short one disgusting scumbag and I am grateful. Yes, I know that's harsh. Probably one of the harshest things I've ever said and I don't feel bad about it at all.

Rot in hell, Martin.