Victim

by Andrew Boryga

The scent of weed on him was like a familiar cologne.

Each test, it seemed, was set up to actually prove whether I knew what I was doing instead of whether I was good at cramming.

To dissect, like a losing baseball game, which errors, which pitches ultimately made the difference in the final outcome.

They must ask themselves: Do I really want to go down the hard road of deprogramming myself ? Or do I just want to keep life simple? After all, the quest for truth is the furthest thing from simple.