Esquired

You know that sickly feeling, when you think you may have effed up and someone snags you on it? Like the IRS letter that makes the pit of your stomache bottom out? Like that feeling you get when you are caught in an uncompromising position by someone who just isn't going to compromise? Like the phone call that I just got from a lawyer?
Massive headache, shame burned cheeks, and a desire to run, run away.

Yeah.

Just got that call.