Daily story, January 3, 2025

He slipped on a banana skin in 2009 and never stopped. One foot planted on the peel, the other waving around, trying to keep him balanced. He had skidded in and out of jobs and marriages (well, not out of the second one, yet). He had slid through places he never dreamed of visiting. One of these days, he hoped, he would come to a stop.