Bipolar Genius: Musings of a Moody Catholic Economist
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Alise did not care about all the people, or how good Dorian looked controlling the crowd around him. Rather she was drawing to his smile and then she realized she had never seen so genuinely naturally happy before. Then Dorian’s eyes caught her silhouette and the look in his eyes now excited but scared her.
Okay an extra freebie because of my prolonged absence…hopefully life won’t get so in the way that I am not consistent. Chapter 1: Bars, Babes and Depression Chapter 2: Second Chapter…loading The room was hot and stuffy. The fluorescent lights that worked blinked while most of them were dead or empty. Most of the
Dorian’s first day at McLarren’s was hell.
Dorian’s view of the world was skewed. It was understandable since he could not remember a time when an authority figure was not deferring to his suggestion, asking for his advice or praising his insight.
