Scarface

A sceries of Unfortunate events

He was a monster.

He was the product of man's greed, man's arrogance, man's envy. He was the monster that parents warned their children about, the monster that was never blessed with a simply hello, or a simply goodbye.

And like how the day changed faces, his walks down the streets of London seemed never ending, neither pleasent or peaceful as he gazed into the beautiful moonlight lit sky.

When was the last time his soul shone like the morning sun and the towns people welcomed him with open arms?

Nobody would want to love a monster such as himself.

Oh, how quick they have forgotten

How quick, they are to ridicule, the monster the've created

the Monster once was just like you and me, he walked side by side with the working class, he was once a working member of society.

Just like you and me.