That Morning Coffee

and a red airplane

From Steve’s Chronicles, Entry #2


Steve didn’t know he was beginning a journey into darkness when he quit his job. All he knew was relief from knowing he no longer had to answer to his old boss. For a few surreal days, his fears and uncertainties melted away. Of course, he did try to maintain his objectivity. Living for Steve was an ego-driven activity designed to win the “you’re doing a great job” trophy—even if he had to cheat, but this time something was different. He no longer played cunningly. He gave the universe his best. He shaved, brushed his hair, wore a tie, wore cologne, polished his shoes, made copies of his résumé, and went job hunting every day with a sense of devotion that dissolved all the boundaries that caused him to be miserable. Unfortunately, life was just cold and unfair. Steve had a mental breakdown shortly thereafter—though he preferred to call it a learning experience.

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