Eskewpades

  My Flawed Flair By Steve Eskew Life frustrates me. It’s hexed me with the weird flair for excelling at things I loathe but   loving the things I’m only satisfactory at. At? What a dunce. I should   know by now that a preposition sucks as a word to end a sentence with . All right already, so I ain’t so great at grammar, but I’ve always adored it. Known as the quirky nerd who loved to diagram sentences, my highest aptitude grudgingly   emerged in math––and oh, how I abhorred math. Zero social life. Cheerleaders dated athletes, hated mathletes. Corrupted by other unwanted talents, my nose somehow got glued to the wrong grindstone. In lieu of becoming a rock star, I ran two successful businesses.   Success as a businessman meant many times treating wretched people politely when I wanted to dip them in hot tar. Profit   required great regrets, such as firing a favorite employee for not sticking to the expected rhythm. I still rue the day I gave the ax to our amusing but unproductive stock