Revealing your true self

and other subjects of diminishing quality

Forget Liza and Harry’s bucket, I’ve got something more pressing to share.

Photo by Iswanto Arif on Unsplash

There I was, on a hot August day, lying on my bed, reading a book quite contently, when my unexpecting roommate walked in. I had my back to him and was facing the wrong way, but I could sense something was wrong.