"A Separate Piece," Parts VI, VII & VIII

“Fuck you, Evan. Fuck you. You scumbag. Calling thirty years later to get your rocks off on my misery. You’re tenured. You have a big house. A family. Suburban New England. Yeah, I have a wife and kid, but half the time, I’m on the road living in shitholes and extended stays. Contract labor. If it’s long-term substitute, it’s always special ed. Work no one wants, so they hire me. Empty towns where they need another adult in the building. Paycheck-to-paycheck. Gig-to-gig. Depressed. Lonely. Sometimes, I’m scared. And you want more of me now?”

~~ from "A Separate Piece," Parts VI, VII & VIII, the third of four installments at Citywide Lunch.