Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction.
Dear Me, Life is interesting isn't it? You think you will turn out one way but then you end up the complete oppisite. I wish I could give perspective from my point of view but the view from the top is never clear. I see you striving for success. Making yourself bleed just for advancement. … Continue reading Dear Me, (My Life In Photographs)