Originally he was not known as Mr. Smug, but that is what he came to be known. Jordan was his name and he came from a small town. He arrived in the big city on his 19th birthday and got a job as a fast food worker. Soon his brother arrived and together they rented a mould and mouse infested basement suite in a questionable area of town. But for Jordan that was okay because he was now in the big city and struggles were to be expected in this transition period of his life. But trouble started about 2 months in to his city life when his hours were cut in half at his fast food job. For days him and his brother ate nothing but bread and drank tap water. Then after several months Jordan caught a break. He got a full time job in a warehouse which paid him 4 dollars an hour more than the fast food job. Things were looking up. After about three months of excitement his new job started to grind on him as the work was very physical and exhausting. He knew this was not the job for him, but for now he would have to stick with it. His brother found a job in the same warehouse, but he too grew tired of it.
He was in his early twenties and living at home with his parents in a city of about a million people. His name was Dennis Lobshaw. Dennis was a lazy pudgy man who cheated his way through high school. He lacked any motivation to get a job or to go to university, so all he would do is sit at home and watch police and detective shows. But there was one thing that he was good at and that was the field of electronics, but even that was too much work for him to get a job in the field.
In the neighborhood I had lived in as a child there was somebody in the area that had it in for my dad. The reason why I do not know. But it was not always this way as when we first moved into the area our family had little problems but as time passed many of the people in the area retired and they had nothing better to do with their time except nose around and critique other people's properties.
I had met him in my early 20s when I was a working a graveyard shift in a giant grocery store. I had heard about him beforehand as he was the topic of several rumors. The main one was that he was a always part of a worker's compensation fraud. Apparently he would fake a back injury and then go on a claim. While he was collecting money on this claim he would work another job driving truck. He then was burned by a private investigator and his claim was nullified and transferred to my store. He name was Dawson Speaks.
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