Short Story: This Day and Age

There was a time when I was respected. I never got hit up for blocking doors. They were always opening - or being opened for me. I never had to listen to crap like that. I mean, who ever heard of a fire-exit being blocked. As soon as they cry “fire”  you’re gone right? Man, I musta lived too long. Lived here too long that’s for sure.

Back when I was firs…