My Uncle Borrowed Money And Disappeared Repeatedly Until He Needed My Help And I Gave One Final Answer

harder and more interesting. I got better at my job, better at cooking, better at showing up for the people who actually showed up for me. Sometimes when my bank account dipped lower than I liked I’d think of that three thousand dollars sitting in some black hole of Richard’s life. Anger would rise, then fade, replaced by the tired acceptance of someone continue reading …