Adam J. Talon

Adam's POV

I drove to work with the same clothes I wore yesterday on. I didn't give a flying fuck about how I looked. My eyes were red-rimmed with bags under them. My hair was out of control. I even had a red nose because I had been crying in my car. My usual outlet would be a run or a yoga class, but here I was sitting on the side of the road, crying. 

The trees had turned from green to brilliant reds and oranges only a few weeks ago and now were a dull brown. In this moment I felt connected with what those trees were going through. The rocky landscape felt like a symbolism for my rocky life. Financially I've been stable for the most part. I didn't grow up having to without anything I wanted let alone needed. But no matter how much money you have, it truly doesn't buy happiness. 

Money helps attract gorgeous women who would otherwise never take another glance at me. And real friends? Like soul connecting, makes you laugh until you cry