“It is three million, after all.”
And Malcolm actually shit his pants.
As one usually does (and full well knowing that I had no change), I searched frantically through my pockets for the spare change that I knew I didn’t have, and responded, “uh, no sir, sorry about that.” “Okay. God bless ya,” the bearded man replied. He still stood in his same spot and gazed out … Continue reading Regardless: Part Two
"I’m not sure how it came to be that I was sitting there on my disintegrating leather couch speaking to Adi in regards to the events that took place on that strange day in April ‘19; the day it all began. "I remember it like it was yesterday, sitting there along the river just a … Continue reading Regardless (Part One)