Gregor was still asleep on the park bench, tightly huddled in his raggedy blanket when the lawyer found him.
“Mr. Fischer? Officer Burksbury said that I’d find you here.”... (more)
No more Mr. Nice Guy. It's time to take the gloves off. I'm exhausted pulling people who refuse to budge. Tired of catching up to people who refuse to wait. Stepping aside and swallowing bullshit. Going to shrug off the responsibility and cut loose the reins of co-dependence.
Frustrated, you say... (more)
Deep breath. Time to get mushy.