“Murder is wrong”, Luke thought to himself. It was a simple thought engrained into the laws of societies globally.
“Murder is bad”, Luke thought again. Murder is wrong because it’s unethical, immoral, and well it just scientifically doesn’t add up to be fitting.
“It’s rude.” “….what if it wasn’t rude?” Pause. Luke scared himself with this thought. Society has deemed murder wrong but is it?
Luke fidgets. He’s excited. Luke thinks of the last time he was this excited. He can’t think of a time. Then he remembers when he found his uncle’s BoyToy magazines. Pause.
“Murder is wrong.” His heart is racing. Murder is wrong because society tells us so. What if we lived in a different world? What if society told us marriage was wrong? Or hot dogs? Or paper mâché piñata dicks?
Luke is sitting on the bus. He has a boner. Why am I sitting in a scrap of metal? He fixes his boner. What Is this? What’s murder? What’s wrong with society?
Luke squints off.
