Bts Photo

BTS Photo

I am 56 years old, walking with the sun in my face.

I am walking but not really sure why. Lesley is in front and we’re going somewhere in the mall. I have been asked to reconsider my resignation from a very good friend who was in charge of the entire product and engineering org. I was told that I just needed to tell them what I wanted to do and the job would be mine.

My mind was empty except for the sustained images of detox. Men pouring out a quarter of a can of root beer to fill the space with pure sugar so the carbs from his poison were ok. Trying to avoid looking at my roomie who spent the first evening saying he’d done time and would take no disrespect. I saw a man tell me he started most days puking and a good day he didn’t have to. I am not going back. Ever.

I still need money, but Lesley won’t have me abused any longer. She puts her foot down: no more job if they’re all androids. I can’t argue and I just follow her as always.

There’s a Kpop store? Oh. Nice. Look it’s BTS cardboard cutouts and I can “join”. My very good friend loves BTS and I want her to know I’m still here and it’s still me. I stand next to some cardboard cutout, I can’t do a goofy pose, but I already look better than most of the BTS team anyhow (ha).

Lesley takes the pic and sends it off.