IF DOC HAS the magic formula to fix my life, he definitely didn't share that with me during our meeting yesterday.
Our 'session' revolved around me handing him tools and standing in the suffocating heat and stench of car oil. After I left, my world was still crap.
In fact, I wake up to a new day of totally unchanged circumstances. My wife still hates me.
My star athlete wants to leave my company.
And Ashley's still upset I called her 'Harriet' in bed the other night.
It doesn't help that Zedina keeps threatening to expose my relationship with Ashley. There's not much I can do about Harriet, Fuentes, or Ashley, but I sure as hell won't let Zedina add to the ninety-nine issues I'm battling.
When he calls me later that night, I'm ready for him.
"You finally picked up," Zedina says, his voice heavy and his words slightly curling into the next.
He's drunk.
"And you're making poor life choices."
