Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Threads: Janitor Jail

 

I got put into an investment firm building.

"Oh, great. People I have even less in common with."
 
 But a woman - a stock broker! - stopped to talk to me. She doesn't fit in at all. She's like a real person and infinitely interesting.

It's not easy standing there in my Joe's Cleaning* shirt but she didn't seem to mind.


But I want her to keep talking to me. So I'm laying off the sauce. Sobriety has revived dormant demons and the impulse for suicide. But I have to feel this is all a good thing.


* Name changed to protect the shameful.

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