One's inner monologue; that narrative voice to your own story,
That is incredibly important and highly influential.
Which is why today I will fire the French Existentialist that normally narrates my thoughts
and will replace him with the narrator to some paperback spy novel.
"Today is going to be a great day," he thought to himself as he straightened his bow-tie and secured his trusty beretta into the holster.
Of course, he made his own luck. Everyday was exactly what he willed it to be.
But today, today was special. Today was the day he was going to kill Mendoza once and for all.
7:20 a.m. - 2014-09-10
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