“I don’t fell like anyone is good or bad” I said as i looked at my friend Max, who was sitting next to me on an old bridge. It was night, around 11pm. The city was incredibly quiet, but there was still plenty of cars going around on the highway. “What do you mean?” Max asked. I turned to him as the wind blew through my hair. “I mean… I just don’t think there is fifty fifty of good and bad people.” We both looked at all the cars going through the city. “There is a bit of good in everyone, isn’t it?” Max looked at me again. “And what about us?. Are we good?” I looked at him with my usual tired expression. “I think it doesn’t matter anymore… I belive there’s good in everyone…”