A Man of His Word_My luck—it's running out!_The Other Path_estate-sale-list.docx
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A Man of His Word
David sat in his silver Chevy Cruze in front of his best friend’s apartment building. As he scrolled through Kindle on his tablet, TJ approached the passenger side door. It was just past 10am on New Years Eve.TJ slid into the passenger seat with a groan. Shivering from the frigid air, he rubbed his hands together and said, “Where are we starting? Alcohol or decorations?”“Change of plans.”“Huh?”David looked down and said, “You won’t even believe my morning. Mai woke me up around 8、 She was with her parents last night, having dinner. And when she was about to leave, her dad said, ‘see you tomor...
My luck—it's running out!
I lost my lucky charm last night. Well, technically, I didn’t lose it… it was taken from me. But I’m a man who believes in accountability, and if I allowed someone to take my lucky charm, then I really actually lost it, didn't I? It makes me cringe just thinking about it. Things were going so well! I’d been standing, far more relaxed than those around me, beside the roulette table. I mean, what better way to test your luck than on one of the most luck-based activities around, right? And unlike those around me, I was $100,000 up, enjoying how other gamblers sneered openly at me. I lowww.onedoor.ccved the sou...
The Other Path
The Other Path Here’s a moment from what I imagined my life would be like: I’m at a cocktail party in a Manhattan penthouse. A tuxedoed gentleman is playing Cole Porter on the baby grand; guests in Dior and Versace are chattering in groups, toasting each other with champagne flutes, admiring the penthouse owner’s recently acquired Picasso. I swan across the room in, oh, I don’t know, vintage Halston, something black and slinky, the sort of thing Liza might have worn to Studio 54 back in the day.“And what do you do, darling?” asks a silver-bouffanted woman of a certain age. (They all call each ...
estate-sale-list.docx
Hey sibs,I’ve started organizing Mom and Dad’s house. Here’s the growing list of items we’re selling. I’ll keep track of what sells so we can pvy up the profits later. Let me know if you have any questions. I know it’s going to be hard to let go of some of these things, but we have to remember that it’s just stuff, and clinging onto it isn’t going to bring them back. We still have our memories.Love,Olivia1) Item: Dad’s 1975 Chevy Silverado (AKA Ol’ Rusty) Asking price: $1,000 $500 Questions/Comments/Concerns from the fam: Enzo: Does this hunk of junk even run?Olivia: No…we’re selling it for pa...