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

For whatever reason, Jack loved helping others. His thoughts often wandered to stupid places, driven by a deep and ridiculous calling to give back. 
 
 On one occasion he found himself strolling like an idiot through Central Park. An impressive showing of the city's vibrant community was present that day - street jugglers, families, bicyclists, joggers, and lovers on picnic. As always, Jack was alone. 
 
 Rounding a granite-flanked corner, Jack caught sight of a crying child. Totally unaware that onlookers might take him for the faggoty creep he is, Jack ran to the young boy's aid. His bike lay strewn just off the sidewalk; his knee bloodied and swollen. 
 
 `` You're fine, little fella. What happened?'' Jack asked in a friendly, borderline-retarded voice. Jack was a fucking....just a one-of-a-kind stupid asshole motherfuc.... 
 
 So he's sitting there talking to this kid trying to help him r something, I dunno, it's always the same thing with this guy and the fuckin kid is cryin. This beautiful woman runs into the scene and my god was she fuckable. I'm talkin way outa Jack's league. But *of course* these two idiots hit it off and Jack ends up plowing her for a good portion of the night. I'm sitting there, watching this go down, trying to describe what I'm seeing while I'm jerking a puny ethereal penis off furiously. And then I'm cumming, and I'm staring at Jack as he keeps going - keeps driving his muscled hips into this incredible creature - and the tears are running down my face. I hate him. My God, I hate him so, so much. 
 
 The next morning Jack awoke to a brilliant sun shining through the translucent drapes...
