The alarm sounded way too early. Too early for Jacob to brush his teeth, tie a windsor knot, slug down coffee and be out the door. Mornings are the worst. He feels sick. His lower back aches. But while shaking hands with the morning commuters, asking for their vote and slapping a leaflet in their hands his mood lifts as he watches himself adjust his core message to appeal to the person in front of him.
December 18, 2011 | 0 comments