Am I Good Or Evil?

Had I been born in an older time, I’m sure I’d either be a villain or simply burned at the stake.  The nature/nurture argument aside, my thoughts just seem to swirl into dark places, allowing me to be a better writer.  Still, some part of me’s a bit uncomfortable by my dark side.  Worried.  Afraid, even.

One bothered evening, many years ago, I once asked my best friend if I was good or evil.  An old roommate of mine, he had known me for about . . . a decade-plus at the time.  Without missing a beat, my plain-spoken amigo went and said something I’ll never forget.  He said: “You aren’t evil: but you speak the language.”

I guess I can live with that.