Burn, baby, burn

Burn, baby, burn

I had barely gotten into work yesterday when the shitshow began. There was a pile of "to-do" bullshit, an entire shopping basket and two smaller baskets filled with drugs we…

Roof Over Our Heads

I talked with my mother last week. Of course, it started with a text message. Mom: Call me on your lunch! I need to hear your voice Like the dutiful…