Coach Fractured-Sanity

Leave the afternoon job drowned in the aura of defeat with my deliberate mangy outfit. My alter ego roams in circles at the bus stop imitating low self esteem until the bus arrives to take me to my decoy raggedy lifestyle. After a few hours, I thank God for everything. Put on my uniform, call a cab and walk in the hospital like I hit the social butterfly lottery. When the shift is over, I go home to feed the cats, water the plants then sleep. These theatrics are essential to protecting future goals, or least that’s what my alter ego claims.

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