As any responsible philosophy major does after graduation, I moved back in with my parents. I sleep on a futon in my brother’s room, eat everything in the fridge, and drink my dad’s beer. “You need to start paying rent,” Dad told me after the second straight evening of going through his Racer 5 IPAs. … More Jobbing

Unlucky Day

Wesley dashed through the rain from the bus stop to his apartment entrance as he held his leather briefcase over his head. The day that started out under scheming, grey clouds had turned into a stormy night, with streaks of lightning crashing down and echoing booms trailing the flashes seconds later. Wesley’s brown suit and … More Unlucky Day