Eric tried to fall, but he always missed the ground.
From skates, “Are you hurt?” To chemistry, “Lay back, you mixed the wrong chemicals. Nurse should be here in a jiffy,” there was more attention in failing.
But, failure was damn hard.
Eric turned in papers late.
His Prof would ask, “Sabotaging yourself? You know the material.” And while Prof might frown, he’d still clap Eric on the shoulder. “Last freebie. Learn from it.”
Even the cops, “What were you doing with those bodies?” touted him as the area’s most successful serial killer.
Eric just wanted to get things wrong.