“That was so f*****g hot!” I think to myself while remembering last night, as I run my fingers through my hair and stare into the mirror after taking a shower. Lillian is still asleep, but I must make a trip into town and check on the guys at the shop, because it’s been a few days since I have checked in on their progress.
A couple weeks back, I was forced to get a whole new crew and it is killing me. Not only do they have no idea what they are really doing, but they don’t have the same feel as the ones I am used to working with. I used to be able to leave the shop for days at a time or weeks and be somewhat confident that they would still get the work completed. Now, I am not too sure about anything.
As I shave my head, I remember the days when I spent all day every day at the
