Chapter 4
Sawyer
I open my fridge for breakfast and bad milk stares back to me. I shove it to the side and find more expired s**t. The only edible thing in the whole fridge is the butter. I go through the freezer and anything not covered in ice sounds disgusting.
I might as well toss the whole f*****g fridge into the garbage. Shaking my head, I slam the door, then brace myself against the fridge. No. It’s fixable. Which means there’s no reason to be angry. Remember that f*****g Podcast.
Without the dough to hit up a shrink, I have to take what I can get. YouTube videos teaching me how to meditate and Spotify podcasts giving coping mechanisms for dealing with anger are all I have.
So I count to ten in my head, pat the fridge and apologize. “Sorry, man. I know you do your job.”
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