Restraint

Turning the other cheek doesn’t feel good

Stan has a handicapped placard on his car, the one he drives to the gym. He talks too much, with intensity and need, reeling off a continuous litany of treatments and pains and difficulties. As he moves around the room a strong sour smell trails behind, until he goes on vacation to Texas and comes back with a few new cotton t-shirts to wear, over and ov…