Life, Failure / Mishap
excerpt from Home is Where... ...Jimmy Crow threw up his hands and started walking off into the relative night. “That’s it. Don’t bother coming in to work tomorrow, Tom. We’ll wire your last paycheck. Sober up. Go home.” Tom was still swaying as he watched Jimmy’s diminishing form. When he was out of sight, his shoulders deflated and he leaned on his knees with his elbows. “Home? Where’s that?”