I am Joe's conscience. I prevent him from stealing other writers' ideas. I make sure he wipes down gym equipment when he's done. If he sees someone drop money he returns it.
I make certain he doesn't pee behind trees.
Sometimes I take a break and all hell busts loose. Let's just say Joe has peed in more than one flower bed.
I tell myself this is a process. Ethics are a fluid concept within such a complex, multi-faceted intellect as his. In fact, I'm having brunch with his intellect tomorrow. We need to discuss his cranky prostate and that nasty element called male menopause.
The entity known as Joe needs my guidance. For the sake of the flowers.
No comments:
Post a Comment