The smirk

I feel like a cat; a cat who got the cream, all of it. Finally life is going to start paying its retributions, and I suppose I shouldn't feel so smug, but then I am not so good. I am human and sometimes cannot help the odd smirk when I see something like what I've seen happening. Amazing. It is perhaps the one decent thing I have learnt after working for so many years in the music underworld... patience, and patience of a bad kind. But patience is still a virtue, even if it is of a bad kind. It only makes it a paradox, a bad virtue. I cannot help it, and I'm not even trying. I will probably end up in hell for this silent smirk which speaks volumes. But since I have had no hand in it, my guess is I can smirk, I can bask in the very bad glory. Because although it's bad, it's still glory. The people who thought me sinful just because I co-habitate now should think twice, thrice, four million times. And I've got the last laugh, which is one big laugh as in fortissimo. That's life.