Diogenes Was A Noisy Eater and Slept in a Jar
When you are raised at the center of power, have seen the hand that mints the coin, that dates it, that sets that boat of metal across the world to make its meaning, you can no longer just sit by and watch the theater unfold. Even Socrates becomes laughable. Sarp did not carry a lamp around or sing showtunes at Plato's lectures, but he had been an actor. His profession was the manufacture of illusion. So he was good at recognizing bad acting. The deeper Sarp dug, the more he realized that even the toughest thug was modeling himself on Tupac. He tried to keep a straight face. He would sometimes accidentally say cut in the middle of a conversation, not believing how bad it was. Seriously, who was in charge of casting? They would just about take anyone it seemed. Some days he just wanted to buy a Big Mac and sit down in the middle of the kingpin's table and say, "Yes, let's do really bad stuff. With guns. We can bump fists after and turn up the base. That will be great. Pass the ketchup would you. No, nobody knows what's in the secret sauce. Maybe we should do a crime and steal the recipe. Also, can we get a new coffee machine. I feel like going untouchable on you all and tommy-gunning the old one. The milk is just always a little burned, you know."
Heads, heads, heads...he flipped the coin. The boat rocked and turned, headed off into the storm of chance.