PROFESSOR. SCHOLAR. AUTHOR.
Misery and Woe

Misery and Woe

Can’t move. Can’t think. Can’t hardly breathe.

And the gorram doctor — I actually broke down and called a professional — can’t see me until tomorrow morning.

I thought about going to the ER — it really feels like that — but without a bullet in my gut I’d probably just lay around in even more misery there.

Woe!