He was a good worker. He was loyal, obedient, and willing to do what I asked. He became somebody that I could depend on, and someone that I knew could get the job done. He was like my little puppy.

But, I never gave my puppy a promotion like he deserved. I just kept him doing the same stuff as he went all over the country without questioning me. He was a good employee, and it was good to have him with us.

Then something strange happened. I don't know what it was, but he became a new person. Every Monday he showed up with new bruises, scratches, and cuts. His behavior changed drastically as well… I blame myself.

If I had given him his promotion or let him stay in his house… or even just this state, perhaps he wouldn't be spitting blood all over his cubicle.

Then, I became angry with him. I hated how he changed and how he wouldn't admit the violence he was a part of… I hated how he changed everyone else around him, like a gigantic snowball effect.

So I decided I would fire him.

But when I came to him with some weird paper he printed up, making my "Make a managerial decision speech" he came back with a little speech of his own.

I didn't sleep for three days… and I definitely didn't fire him. Then, a couple weeks later he came into my office unannounced, and I was ready to throw up.

A person, who was once so neat and clean and ready for work, now looked like a garbage man. He no longer wore a tie, or put his collar down, or tucked in his shirt… or anything! He then pulled the scariest and most bizarre thing I've seen in my entire life. He beat himself ruthlessly, and when Security came I got blamed for it. He got released, and I got fired.

So I tried finding other jobs. I had a decent enough resume except for that last little sentence: "Ruthlessly beat employee."

I was out of money, out of a job, I didn't have a wife or girlfriend but if I did I'm sure she would've left me.

So I sold my apartment. My beautiful apartment with the view of the skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Then I sold my car. My beautiful red sports car with 350 horsepower and the smooth steering, and four wheel drive- which I never used.

My life became nothing but a blues song.

Then I moved to a crappy apartment in a crappy part of a city in Seattle. I had become Seattle.

I lived there for a few months, paying a small rent, but still in danger of being evicted. I found a job… at Starbucks.

Then, I discovered this wonderful thing that let go of all my problems. The perfect therapy for anybody, and every time I went all my problems slipped away.

It was called Fight Club.