Work Hard, Quitting Is Harder
The cab takes me to the outskirts of town on a cold early December night. As I hand over due cash to the cabbie, I hold on to the synthetic currency for another couple of milliseconds to feel its statutorily enforced value and the plasticity of financial stability. I would have given this romantic tussle another whole second but I was at the destination which would help me make more money. Soot...