The Good Guy

With what he had done to himself, Darren could hardly be considered a well meaning kind of guy. With his intentions, he would be considered far worse. However, he had taken measures to ensure that his reputation would not be hindered by the things he wanted to do. He had gone around to as many households and businesses in town to declare himself a good guy. He would have such an impossibly sterling rapport that nobody would ever find fault in anything he does, says or requests. They would only be so kind to facilitate his actions with increased generosity, no matter how insane or how absurd his requests were. The news had spread around over the past few days and the entire town now knew. Darren Harrison is a good guy, and there was definitely nothing wrong with him or what he does at all.

Life seemed so good afterwards. The moment he walked out of his 'permanently borrowed' house, he was greeted by Mr Morgan in his yard, his rich next door neighbor. It was that time of the month and Darren happily went over to collect his cut of the banker's huge salary in cash. Feeling particularly naughty today, he asked for the man's wallet, taking with him another wad of notes that was so graciously gifted to him. They parted like old friends despite how he had just robbed him blind, leaving him with just enough to subsist until the next paycheck. When he arrived at the store, he walked out with a bag full of goodies without paying for it, giving the cashier a casual wave as he walked past the line, bagged all the items himself and simply left. The day was only starting and already he was having fun, with so much more to enjoy with this new extremely exciting new lifestyle.