"Kids these days! Always complaining when they've never had it better! Back in my day!" blah blah blah.
The old man left the restaurant. He would go out every night. Wealth was his. It had come to him over his life. Anyone who wasn't in the same position as him merely didn't try, he would tell himself.
He met me on a dark street. I must have had a devil's smile. Half drunk, half stoned and high of an admixture of drugs, writhing in pleasure with what I was about to do. I just bumped into him and kept walking.
He fell to the ground, holding the knife I placed into his abdomen.
He called for help.
I laughed "Old people these days! Always complaining when they've never had it better!"