I am having the worst time of my life.
My business is going
all because of a woman.
Not the sexy elderly kind. The kind that makes you
talk a lot about
killing your babies.
I need some damn space but she always
finds a way to cheap shot me and get me back on the train.
Then it’s just another week, maybe two of not eating and constant begging.
What a hell of a transition—at least,
that’s what I call it to the investors.
I’d just roll her straight down the hill, if that sort of thing was possible.
She is definitely
than she is helping me.
in a bottle.