Tag: Jim Thompson

  • A Load Off My Chest

    They didn’t grow the pie, didn’t retire. They stayed. Sat on the nest, getting fatter, tighter. Locked their grips on whatever scraps were left, and called it progress. That’s what they told themselves—progress. Progress for who? Not for us. Not for the ones who came after. The ones who had to scrounge for the crumbs,…