I am tired of people giving me shit. It started in junior high school and got worse in high school. My brother Todd was the worse. In high school he was the typical sports jock, dating the cheerleaders and popular with all the cool kids. When I was studying math or on the chess club …
It Must Be All the Fresh Air
It started with my first job after leaving school, as an assistant gardener-cum-handyman at a local stately house. I was interviewed by a rather handsome man in his fifties called Clive, and we seemed to hit it off right away, and I figured that must have helped me get the job. It seemed the ideal …