you hear down the grapevine,
the whispers, the confidential cupping
of hands
to ears
that someone has gone off the deep end.
millions lost
houses and cars. investments.
tossed out of another rented room.
and now he's behind the wheel of a yellow
cab.
it's not an unfamiliar story.
up and down.
the rollercoaster life, the chaos
he embraces,
I understand, having living under
the same roof
with him as a child.
it's sad. but there is nothing you can
do. or anyone else.
it starts with him to turn his life
around.
again.
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