“I love you, man, but you’re mental. You really are.”

“And you’re just saying that because you think you’re supposed to.”His mouth opened reflexively to protest further, but once again he was distracted, his gaze caught by the stain of fire engine red on the crisp white paper towel still wadded and pressed to his bleeding palm. If he clenched his ( Read more... )

"I'm staying home 'cause I feel like shit. Forward my calls and email me the files on the Hobb's Place job." Not hard to understand, right? Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I'm incapable of talking on the phone, drawing up a proposal, or operating Photoshop ( Read more... )