But The Boy Did Not Listen
Paulie did not mean to slam the door behind him, nor did he mean to leave so suddenly, but his random bout of thanatophobia and obvious misanthropy had forced his hand and hurried his exit.
There were sides of yourself you showed to family, sides you showed to friends, to co-workers and neighbors, to strangers and to loved ones. Being a whingy baby at someone else’s birthday was not the proper attire to wear to a party. This may not have been explicitly stated by his ex-wife, but then again why did his brain always go back to her for answers.
She wrote motivational posters. Bullshit catchphrases you’d find in hotel lobbies, in office cubicles, in fast-food restaurant bathrooms. That was all she did. She’d sit at her micro-desk in the kitchenette and stare out
