Brevity is about a feeling: a time and a place when the air was fresher and the sun shone down on our young faces. Where did it all go? What happened to my youth? I used to have goals and ambition and now I eek out my existence in a grey cube surrounded by the barely breathing.
And I swear if that jerk Barry comes by my desk to talk about the NFL Draft just one more time I am going to jump out the window. Yes, it's only a one story building, but you know what I mean.