Liam
Liam eventually graduated, barely. He struggled not to accept his parents' offer to fly to Europe and live a life of debauchery on their tab.
"It's hard to say this, but they're like two little kids in big people's bodies," Liam said to me on his last day here. "They want me to play in their tree-house. Frank, my Dad's old business partner, wants me to start a new business with him. We'd be putting in 80 hours a week."
"And you'd like to find a happy medium," I said. "What are you doing now?"
"I work for Frank, but I punch a clock. I stay there 8 hours and I go home. I'm looking at Robert Morris University's School of Business, or maybe Pitt's."
"So you've already found your happy medium?"
"I have. It's not the roller coaster I was on, but it's happy."
Today I will seek the happy medium.
AArdvarks (c) 2013 by Ken Montrose
"It's hard to say this, but they're like two little kids in big people's bodies," Liam said to me on his last day here. "They want me to play in their tree-house. Frank, my Dad's old business partner, wants me to start a new business with him. We'd be putting in 80 hours a week."
"And you'd like to find a happy medium," I said. "What are you doing now?"
"I work for Frank, but I punch a clock. I stay there 8 hours and I go home. I'm looking at Robert Morris University's School of Business, or maybe Pitt's."
"So you've already found your happy medium?"
"I have. It's not the roller coaster I was on, but it's happy."
Today I will seek the happy medium.
AArdvarks (c) 2013 by Ken Montrose
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