Sartre1 min read
How’s it going? How’s the fams? Kids?
Ok, I’m gonna cut to the chase. Stop it. It’s annoying. I understand that sometimes you can’t help it… that it’s just what you do, but come on… stop. Dammit… I’m tired… I’m having trouble staying awake.
Please enclose a new job based in Los Angeles, or a moderately sized Lotto jackpot.
2 thoughts on “Sartre”
I wrote a similar letter to Fate, but it seemed like she wasn’t really listening. At least you’re since in this letter to her.
my existentialist side appreciates the title of this piece.