Midway Through My Vasectomy, the Surgeon Said One Sentence That Told Me Something Was Very Wrong. – The Archivist

wreckage of his ego behind him. My receptionist watched him pass with wide eyes. The door closed with a whisper.

Alone again, I stared at the signed papers on my desk. My hands were perfectly steady as I placed them in my filing cabinet. My heartbeat had returned to its normal rhythm.

The demolition was complete. Time to start building something new.continue reading …