Billionaires, rock stars, and those famous for being famous, envy my view. Unfathomable, inaccessible to mere mortals.
They never lift their eyes. Hypnotized, blinded gazes guide them. Lacking fortitude, unable to face brutal accusations, they deny responsibility. Curated lives avoid the uncomfortable, the awkward, the unbearable.
I walked with them. Until the unthinkable, the unimaginable happened.
Me, bastion of lofty ideals and a laundry list of what I wouldn’t do. Fate forced ...