“Are you blind, man? You’re life is falling apart around you and you can’t even see it!” Matt yelled.

“I’ve got it under control!” Mike shouted back, knuckles turning white as his grip tightened around the bottle of beer in his hand.

“Yeah, like you had it under control when you almost killed yourself driving drunk or when you hit your wife and broke her jaw—”

“Shut up,” Continue reading “How Free the Truth” →