Stop! If you can’t drive, don’t drive!! Screaming across a closed car window. The scream rebounding off the glass On to my face. …. Oh, Man! Looks like I screwed up. The look on my boss’s face. I don’t think …
I work a technology job, in my 40s, and lucky to be going through mid-life crisis. I write poetry and narratives that reflect my mental state on any given day.