Moobs
Jim was tired of running from the truck. It was time to face the driver; the previous one having long since retired. There were now drunk drivers, sleep deprived drivers, learner drivers. He had taught other people to drive it for him. He was addicted to running.
Oh the exquisite agony of guilt, the tearing open of old wounds as fear and adrenalin combined to make him feel alive. So on the edge. So f**k it none of this matters. Blinded by emotional pain and childlike. Run Jimmy Run!
How does a boy become a man when his role model was a boy and he was raised by a woman? Give that boy a weapon and watch him shoot at anything to prove his manhood. Give that boy a p***s and …well? Is that a man?
Grow up Jim. His wife pleads
Grow up Jim, his therapist echoes
Grow up Jim
