Maybe Don’t Drown Everything You’ve Ever Wanted In a Mop Bucket that Isn’t Yours
I knew I would die if my dreams did, but that came later. First, I was a janitor at Wal-Mart. I did almost nothing, was paid almost nothing. I’d take my big push-broom and walk around the store with it until the managers saw me, then I’d stash my broom and read books in the family restroom, the only room… Read more →