I Left a “Good Man” When I Realized I Was His Life Manager

happy. It was dry. Sharp. Like a twig snapping.

“Mike,” I said, “that sentence is the problem. That sentence is why I’m leaving.”

His face hardened. “So what, you’re just done? After twelve years? Over a sentence?”

It’s always fascinating to watch someone reduce your drowning to “a little water.”

“It’s not a sentence,” I said. “It’s a lifestyle. It’s a continue reading …