Who Knows

The sudden realization of unimaginable success flooded his thoughts, so little effort, such poor execution, complete inequity to those who had devoted their lives to sharping their craft only to be thwarted by a young amateur genius. Hank couldn’t quite stifle a shit eating grin as he pushed his arrogant thoughts to the back of his mind (where they belonged) regardless of the truth behind them. He was the best, and as he smoothly paced his way upon stage to receive his award as recognition of such, the envy in the room spoke as loudly as the voice in head, mimicking his exact thoughts.