Maybe Lord Vader was right.

Sometimes I actually think about going to the Dark Side.

I'm not going to do it, but I think about it, sometimes.

Where would my life be? Would I even be alive?

I mean, what's being a good guy done for me lately? Or ever?

I'm thinkin' that if I were evil, I'd have a lot more money, a lot more power.

I don't really crave power, but if you're evil, it's kinda mandatory.

Goes hand-in-hand with the badness, don'tchknow.

I might even have a pretty girl to talk to, one who can tell me how awesomely evil I am. Maybe she'll make me a sandwich. If I were evil, I might even get a date on a Friday night. With a harem. Of bitches.

That's right, I said bitches.

I don't usually call women that. I'm not a jerk. Or a rapper.

But I can aspire to be a jerk. Rapper is just too low, even for Evil Leebo.

If I were evil, I wouldn't care about women.

I wouldn't even treat them as people.

I wouldn't want to get to know them. I wouldn't let them in.

Since most women I've let in have hurt me anyway...that would work.

Wouldn't it?

Sigh.

It probably wouldn't.

I shouldn't think like that. I'm lucky to have what I have.

Maybe it's better being lucky than good.

I am a lucky fellow. Not as lucky as some, but luckier than others.

It must be the melancholy that's affecting my mood.

I've not been my usually bad-ass self.

Been sloppy. Been apathetic. Haven't really cared.

Manic depression is a frustrating mess.

I find my lack of faith disturbing.

And nice guys definitely finish last.