Saturday, November 8, 2008

133/365: Spencer

I didn’t go to his funeral.  I didn’t want to pretend we liked each other. He liked me less than I liked him, though he was my boss and we worked together for five years.  We were at constant odds.  At the time I left, we weren’t even speaking to each other.  He had a hellish, lingering death, though.  His purgatory on earth, I guess.

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