Welcome to my world, after work.
Things did not change. Not even for worse, the normal life was begging for some action.
And then it happened in a flash. The familiar silence was shattered with the abrupt tone which set apart the text message from the phone calls. The kind of noise which will warrant an instant stare from the 5th grade music teacher.
Time to wear that suit again.
Time to be the Rootbeer bear again.
Children. You just have to love them to hate them.