Tagdreams

I used to be just like my neighbor. He gets up every day, gets dressed, and goes through the motions of his daily morning routine. Then he grabs his keys and heads out the door, off on his commute to wherever it is in this world he happens to work. You know… his J.O.B. And yes, that is a mild sound of disgust you hear (read?) when I say that! See I used to work a J.O.B. too. A hard and...