Tuesday, August 12, 2008

I Can't.

"I can't do it. I'm not doing this," he said. I'd just gotten home from work, and I was boiling water to make a box of macaroni and cheese. It was 10:30 at night.

You might think he was talking about detoxing from methadone cold turkey, but you'd be wrong. I'm going to steal a play from MPJ's book and send you to read the rest at The Second Road.