A Short Story, Lemme see...

Alright.. Im s'posed to be doing a paper at the moment.. Screw it, imma put it off for a little while longer.

Two men, sitting on the side of a street, curb actually, are eating lunch. Neither of them are great men, no great circumstances surrounding their lives and storylines. Average dudes, average lives, just average.
"Hey. Joe." The first says, elbowing his partner in the shoulder.
"Yo, Mac?" The other replies back, taking a break between bites of his ham sandwich.
"Joe. You ever think that we screwed up somewhere in life, and that's why we are here? Doing this piece of shit job while others are doing great things. Why we are here, sweating out asses off, working out backs and fingers to the bones while some guys can sit upstairs in some office, drawing paychecks bigger in a week that we'll see in a month of Sundays? I mean hell man, it just don't seem fair sometimes. I've led a decent life, worked hard, never gave up, never quit nothing..."

Joe falls silent for a few moments, his eyes stare at something across the street that really isn't there. Mac doesn't say anything for a while either. He rips another corner off his sandwich, starring at that same invisible speck. "Nah man. We ain't missing out on anything. And even if we are, fuck it."

Joes eyes glaze over for a moment, his mind scanning backwards in the folds of time for that place he is trying to find. That one moment where he should have taken that other road Mr. Frost had been talking about, but it ain't there. "Yeah... Maybe we just got a shitty deal. Not everyone has a jump shot like Mike. Or a voice like that guy from Nirvana. I just sometimes wish I was the one who got the fancy job and the gorgeous woman. Ya know?" Joe says, undaunted.

"Naw, you dont. It's just the sun frying your brain. Look at the shit those people got to go through. Hell, that Nirvana fuck killed 'emself. We don't need shit like that, so just stand up, put yer sandwich up, and let's get back to work. Few more hours and we can cut out of this hellhole."

The two men do indeed head back to work. Both of them with their heads full of thoughts better left to the philosophers and crazies. Both of them wondering 'What if.' Neither of them able to change their stars in life, neither ever going to amount to much more than they are now. 50 years from now one will have a stroke and die, alone most likely. The other will be gone well before that, a trucking incident only a few years down the road knocks him off.

Thing is... What if Mac was on the right track? What IF some people just ain't got the right luck in life, get stuck doing the shit work while the rest of us tower above them, fancy clothes, fancy women on our arms. I don't know my point here, maybe i ain't got one, maybe my subconscious doesn't feel like letting it out of the bag just yet. A couple trillion people walk this planet, alot of them are the little people we crush under foot in our rise to the top. I.... dunno where im going, still i'll just stop now.