Donnie was tired. That's A simple way of putting it. The constant inventing and late nights were fine. But the worst part was age. Responsibilities. Exhaustion. Money. All of which bugged him.

He scrolled his phone, adjusting his glasses that he's had ever since he lost his contacts. He wore a polo shirt buttoned up nicely. When did this crick in my neck start..? This app is wrong, I know its going to rain. Man, I miss living with my brothers.