check the clock.
not enough hours.
feel the numbers on my stomach.
see the numbers on my legs. 93 more words
Friday, March 4, 2005, 3:38 p.m.
Rick Wilhelm’s office and wardrobe signified a successful man. He often folded his fingers into a steeple as he sat at the large oak desk of a Division I athletic director, framed photo of picturesque wife and daughter placed on its edge, exhaling with a prideful relief at how accomplished he had become. 904 more words