Albert isn't having a good time in life. His hobby of drinking himself to death is working pretty well, but nothing else is, to any great degree. His humble job sweeping up at a dance club three nights a week is only carrying him so far.
Until one night, when he finds a communications device on the floor and a strange man begs his help.
Setting him onto a path that he never really saw for himself. Being useful.
A thing that doesn't come easy, for someone like him.
*If you'd like to edit or pre-read this work, and you do, since the editing should (fingers crossed) be decently sharp this time, meaning it will be easy... then please send an email to:
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Thanks, in advance. I appreciate the help. So does everyone that reads this after you. Those thousands and millions of people... (Well, it could happen, right?) All of them, benefiting from your efforts.
Dale
Until one night, when he finds a communications device on the floor and a strange man begs his help.
Setting him onto a path that he never really saw for himself. Being useful.
A thing that doesn't come easy, for someone like him.
*If you'd like to edit or pre-read this work, and you do, since the editing should (fingers crossed) be decently sharp this time, meaning it will be easy... then please send an email to:
power_dale@yahoo.com
Thanks, in advance. I appreciate the help. So does everyone that reads this after you. Those thousands and millions of people... (Well, it could happen, right?) All of them, benefiting from your efforts.
Dale