The Story Sequel

Hours later. I was just finishing my work and preparing the till for the shiftchange, the strange guy came back. His tie was eased up and the upper button of his shirt was open. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. He sat down at the bar. I heard him breathing. Ordering another Gin Tonic he focused his sight on me. I served him the drink and asked him about the other night and what he ment with his gabbling.
And then he started to explain. It turned out that he was working in the marketing branch. He was specialised on the demographic analysis. One day he started to analyse himself. He couldn't get along with the thought that he is part of the biggest section of people in the country. He quited (yeah, quited sounds strange. I'm not sure about the right verb form, please excuse me) his job and started to change his life style. There is one thing he wanted to be: "Don't be a marketing target group". He wanted to be different. He said he started to be a lesbian captured in a mans body. The effort of trying to be different was too much for him. His mind cracked. That's when he started drinkin' and taking drugs. This afternoon, he was out killing his dealer. He had a lot of debts and the only way out he could think of was taking the mens life.
While he was still talking and explaining the bloody details of the kill three entered the hotel. I starred at them and then shot a glance at him. He just smiled at me explained in a few short sentences that he called the law enforcement by himself and that he would turn himself in. He paid his drink, stood up, waved at me and went to the cops.

Okay, it might not be the end you expected and it might not be the best story in the world. It was an attempt.

peace out, hombres