this morning #298.

this morning, as he pulled up to the enormous wrought-iron gates in his mazda protege for his first day under new tutelage, he strained to see the distant domicile dwelling behind them, far down a tree-lined driveway. some unknown source must have spotted him on camera, frozen & trying to calm his nerves. mid-deep breath, the gates parted without warning, granting him entry. initially, he pictured his new mentor seeing him sitting there & got nauseous at the first impression he’d just made. soon enough, he came to assume that someone of such stature had hired help & the last thing he was doing was sitting around watching the driveway camera. he’d soon learn the truth.