Prologue
Sitting in his ‘69 Camaro Harry pondered on his life, rain droplets soothing him. Harry had a plan, wife, big house and then kids. He wanted what most people, the standard American, the one with the white picket fence. But apparently the universe had different plans for him. Yesterday afternoon he got called in his office, face to face with his boss, suddenly his tie got tighter. In fact beads of sweat were forming on the palm of his hands as he awaits for the announcement. He trudged back to his car, his beaten up satchel bag across his body. “You’re fired” Those words were all he could hear on the ride home. Moreover, the reasons that he was fired was because he was too quiet, too soft spoken. The next few hours he spent with a
Sitting in his ‘69 Camaro Harry pondered on his life, rain droplets soothing him. Harry had a plan, wife, big house and then kids. He wanted what most people, the standard American, the one with the white picket fence. But apparently the universe had different plans for him. Yesterday afternoon he got called in his office, face to face with his boss, suddenly his tie got tighter. In fact beads of sweat were forming on the palm of his hands as he awaits for the announcement. He trudged back to his car, his beaten up satchel bag across his body. “You’re fired” Those words were all he could hear on the ride home. Moreover, the reasons that he was fired was because he was too quiet, too soft spoken. The next few hours he spent with a