I never sleep. The three of us have opposite schedules, and I have no walls. My loft is also their home office.
Nick bought a two-bedroom condo for him and his fiancé. Then he called off the wedding. His best friend, Geoff, moved into the spare room and they offered me the loft.
“But I hate that part of Charleston,” I said.
“I’ll only charge you $200 a month,” said Nick.
“How about this: Instead of me living there I’ll give you $200 a month, buy you a shovel, and let you beat the …

I wondered if the man had been left paralyzed after a tragic accident at work, or if he had been born that way, and now his limbs were contorted from decades of muscles in atrophy. In the end, I decided that it didn’t matter; it’s always hard to be carried.
Greg said we all have some sickness and disease that can leave us helpless and if we want to be healed we have to let others help. I confessed that that was hard for me, because the disease I struggle with is individualism. “I haven’t always been like that,” I told him, “but somewhere along the way some wires inside me got crossed and I learned the best way to not be abused was to avoid.” I’m certainly not alone in that.