All Worlds Madhouse

I.

I don't want to mention my name, I guess you are not interested in it either.

In this city, I am just a small person. People who can remember my name will never have a fourth person besides me, my wife, and my landlord.

But this is pretty good, because I don’t want more people to know me.

Unless they can give me some money, a job, or anything that will make my life even slightly better.

But in this huge world, there is no such person. Those wealthy people would rather spend money on their pets than throw it into the wallets of small citizens like us.

But this is fair, after all, pets can bring them joy, and we can only make this city more of an eyesore.

I am 26 years old, or 28, or 30, I don’t remember exactly.

In Gotham, your age can be changed within a certain range at will, as long as it is not too outrageous. When the job you find requires a young man, then you are a young and strong boy. When the recruitment information says , you can be a wily bastard when you need an experienced guy. In short, your age, your name, your dignity, and even your poor world view all exist to make your dinner richer. As long as they cannot make you live a better life, then what you have Everything you hold on to is worthless.

So over time, I have forgotten my true age. Of course, this is not important.

I have had many jobs, but none of them were very long-term. I have worked as a janitor, security guard, cleaner, and delivery person. But these jobs seem to have a common problem, that is, their bosses always like to wait until your salary is about to be paid. Sometimes, they use various reasons to deduct from them, and you can only swallow the curses on them and greet them with a smile, otherwise, you will just pack up and get out.

Although every time I want to go up and tear their faces apart, I feel relieved when I think that they also need to pay taxes, keep their industry alive, and have children at home who are waiting to be fed. Because they seem to be just like me, running for survival.

More pressure can buy more bread, which seems fair. So, the city seems fair too.

So, where is the unfairness?

I don't know, but it doesn't matter. This is how this city survives.

This is a fair city, but it is rotten to the core. It is like a dark swamp, with corrupt police stations and courts, gangs and bureaucrats colluding with each other. Some are extravagant and some are poor. It is like a piece of cake covered with one or more layers of thick cream. The cheese is shiny on the surface, but the inside is full of holes, but no matter what, these good and bad things have been blended into the same taste.

Since it’s the same taste, then it’s the same fairness

So, let’s not talk nonsense here and let’s get back to the topic.

I'm unemployed again.

I am always unemployed, working in various positions, making various mistakes, and then being kicked out of various doors. This time, I let a wild cat fall into the bleach ingredients while on night patrol at the chemical plant, causing a pot of materials to be scrapped. I have only found this job for two days. Well, I have nothing to complain about. We're all used to it.

My only complaint is that it's my wife's birthday in 10 days and I wanted to give her a present that looked pretty good.

That was a stick of lipstick. I saw that lipstick in the cabinet of a convenience store a month ago. It was worth $1. To be honest, although I don’t understand these things, I guarantee that the lipstick looks like It's worth two dollars, or even three dollars.

It's so pretty, Jenny will love it hers.

But because I'm unemployed, I don't have any income until my next job comes. If I buy gifts, then I probably won't be able to pay next month's rent.

Well, by her birthday, I'll have a job, I definitely will

I walked toward my home along the familiar street. I have walked this road for countless years, and it has not changed at all, just like my life.

On the way, I passed by the convenience store again. This convenience store was pretty big, otherwise, it wouldn't have a cosmetics counter.

I walked towards its door as usual.

I'm going to buy tonight's bread. Of course, I have to see if the lipstick has been bought. I have to come and see it every day, haha, although this will make people wonder whether I like to wear lipstick. Pervert, but whatever.

However, when I actually came to the door, I felt a little panicked because I saw a woman standing in the convenience store. She was dressed strangely, and she happened to block the door of the convenience store.

So I was hesitating whether to push the door open and hit her to remind her that she was blocking the way. At the same time, I also secretly prayed that this woman would not see the lipstick.

But just as I was thinking about it, the woman seemed to suddenly come to her senses. She turned around, opened the door of the convenience store on her own initiative, and then passed me by.

I don’t know why she turned around and came out after entering the restaurant, but at that second, I saw her smile at me, and I noticed the color on her lips, which was very beautiful. If Jenny also put on lipstick, , it must be equally beautiful.

Okay, now is not the time to think about this, I have to quickly go see if the lipstick is still there.

Fortunately, it is still lying quietly in the cupboard.

one dollar. That's how much it costs.

I looked at it and hesitated again. I am such a personality, I am always unsure about paying attention to certain things. On the one hand, I feel a little heartbroken to buy it now, but I am also afraid that if it takes a few days, it will be bought by someone else.

When I was swaying from side to side like a phobia, I thought of that woman's beautiful smile again.

She made my mind up, so I opened the window and picked up the lipstick.

"One dollar, right?"

I said to the convenience store cashier.

"Oh, yes." He responded to me.

So, I handed him the one dollar in my pocket. This was the entire salary that was paid to me when I was fired from the chemical factory.