NINETY TWO

What does a man without a job usually do in the morning? Lazing in front of the house while enjoying a cup of coffee that is still steaming thin. The cold morning air lulled him along with the sound of rustling leaves that fell and littered his yard.

But he couldn't really relax in this sitution. He had to think of something for his plan to take revenge on the judge. The last attempt to harm the judge had failed. Still he credited himself for sneaking into the hospital and creating such a mess that the bitch shuddered on the floor. At least it made his heart a little satisfied even though he failed to kill the judge. He thought that now his ambition had escalated from wanting to hurt the judge to wanting to kill the judge. Several of his colleagues told him yesterday at the bar that the judge had a big hand in changing his life. From an independent man with abundant money and a harmonious family to a poor ugly man who was abandoned by his family. If the judge hadn't made the