[ WP ] A story where the protagonist is a pretty decent individual by most accounts , but is DESPISED by the narrator .

The morning sun lazily rises over this quaint Irish town. It certainly is n't Utopia, but the residents are all rather kind and nice, all apart from Greg. 
 
 At this very moment this self absorbed bastard is waking up and yawning. Did n't cover your mouth Greg, how fucking rude! He gets up to kiss his girlfriend goodbye, probably not the only girl he kisses. She deserves better, Greg. 
 
 Greg shuffles downstairs past his daughters room, does she get a kiss Greg!? 
 After a quick breakfast of toast and coffee Greg leaves silently for work, did n't your mother ever teach you to eat with your mouth closed Greg? 
 
 `` Good morning, Ms Murphy! Looks like it will be a nice day'' Greg probably thinks it will be a nice day because of all the starving children in Africa, sadistic bastard. His old loud car coughs and spits it's way down the suburban road, real thoughtful Greg, people are sleeping you know? 
 
 His face looks tired as he pulls into the local petrol station. `` Morning Tony'' `` How are ya doing?'' `` Grand and yourself?'' `` Ah sure not too bad?'' Greg wanders around the shop wasting away his pointless existence, also looking for eggs. 
 
 `` Is that all'' `` Just hadta grab eggs for the the daughters breakfast'' Tony glances at his watch `` will you not be late to work?'' `` Maybe, but eggs are her favourite'' 
 Greg rushes home with the eggs and then leaves for work, he did n't even put them in the cupboard, nice one Greg! Real classy. 
 
 Greg then has the audacity to speed to work, do you know how many people die every year in car crashes Greg? This criminal should n't even be on the road! 
 
 Even after his blatant disregard fire law, order and Greg still shows up late for work at the building site. 
 
 `` You're late'' `` sorry I hadta grab eggs for the family's breakfast, the old ones had fine off'' `` ah sure it's no bother, you're in early most days'' 
 
 Greg works quietly, he's still tired after getting home late from visiting his mother in Dublin last night. The doctors say she's getting worse. At least that's what he told his girlfriend, he was more likely off in some strip club or doing for speeding. Or drugs. What a shitty guy. 
 
 Greg ploughed through the day, making sure each stone tested perfectly in the garden wall. What a disgrace of a human being. 
 
 `` Were heading the pub now, are you coming?'' Said another builder as work finished but Greg was rude enough to throw this polite invitation into the ground, insisting he had to work overtime to cover costs at home. He was putting money away in a jar for his daughters college fee. How about a savings account Greg!? Ever heard of compound interest? 
 
 It was almost dark when Greg finally left for home, did n't even drop into the pub to see his mates, how rude! He stopped to pick up flowers for his girlfriend, should n't you be saving money you selfish prick!? 
 
 Greg only had time to kiss his daughter goodnight and read her a story, struggling with the long words there, eh Greg? You illiterate bastard, spend more time with your kids! 
 
 `` How was work sweetheart'' he told her all about his day, but left out the speeding part. Ca n't even tell the truth to your own girlfriend, disgraceful. After saying goodnight Greg heads downstairs and calls his sister to tell her about their moms health, a tear rolls down his cheek. Be a man Greg! 
 
 After that he heads upstairs and collapses into bed, asleep in an instant. 
 
 I hope you have a heart attack and die in your sleep you sack of shit. Fuck you Greg, fuck you. 
 
 

