The Grass Cutter

I was a trained gardener, I was a fake professional; I was a master of disaster at what I did, I was the best at cutting grass. I cut the grass as if there was no tomorrow, I cut it so fast it made people faint in shock when I finished. I don't really know why I was so good at cutting; I guess it was a natural gift god gave me, a very special talent. Every gardener in the country envied me. They all hated me, and wished they could be me, but that was fine because if I was in their position I would feel the same. But forget them, my story doesn't involve them my story is about me against th…