The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly of Life
Friday Flow- The Tug-O-War
Sweat rolled down my cheeks after another restless night of sleep. I walked into the bathroom at 3:37 am. I have no clue who the man in the mirror is staring back at me. What is my body trying to tell me?
I’m 38 years old, sitting at a countertop in my sister’s house, looking back on my life, not understanding how in the fuck…