When writing forays it's always good to get some feedback.
Briggs was the consummate ass whipe. But he had a job to do, perhaps an agenda from higher up, and he did what he thought was right. And we even got along with each other after a year or so. But I never trusted the sob, because minus the suit and tie, laptop, and manufactured charm, he was just a dumb fuckin' redneck. So last nite after a hard day at the office, I got "into the zone" and out popped "Briggs."
Vee
P.S. Yes, I'd like to give Briggs 20. It can be found in the frontal portion of my trousers. Well, perhaps half of that.
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