The ways of men are broad in their spectrum, Shakespeare has shown me this. I have seen the most devious acts and have witnessed men in heroic acts in dramatic display of courageous ascension. Nevertheless, there are ones who have achieved a level of mediocrity or complacency throughout his works, but all these states of action are relative as the minds that generate the impetus. The lowest of the low I have witnessed personally, in these works, and on an international scale. My interactions with fellow brothers has shown me this, what more can I say, some men are cowardly, self-centered, insert expletive here’s. But never have I met a greater one Neil Pal, a murderous self-righteous power hungry man who I once believed to be my friend. Neil, took part in an execution of someone whom I never met named Frank Bonacci. Having known Neil since I was 17, I had seen his plunge from being some-what of a decent human being with a misguided perception of right and wrong, to a sociopath. He was a year ahead of me at Scranton Prep when he then transferred to Scranton High. At that point, he claimed that he had been expelled for violence, but he never was a fighter, just a coward who hid behind people with courage and fortitude of will. Neil’s father was a wealthy man, given his connections, there is no way that he would have been expelled for anything less than manslaughter, the funny thing is that was his undoing. I went to senior week with him, where once again he would start trouble but never settle it himself. The coward would hide behind his friends. People hung out with him though because he had a truly cunning ability to manipulate people, much like Richard III. I would see him at parties and he would continue to bullshit with people and act cocky as though God himself couldn’t touch him. One night I was at a party and left early because I had something better to do. I