If you can see me, that means I’m here.– Scott Vogel
I can tell by the way that all the lights are left on and the cabinets left open that this is just going to be “one of those nights”. It’s become such a routine that I never wonder to myself ‘What the hell am I coming home to?’ anymore. Food strewn about the table, bottles of expensive whisky and vodka left in their plastic bags from the latest run. It looks almost as if the owner of...