I wake up. My father is sitting across the table with his hands folded. He asks me how I am doing… I tell him that hard times have fallen. And he tells me to fix it. He speaks volumes. And I wake up. And my adrenalin is ablaze through my veins. I’m awake. And it can always be worse.

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